the802crew
I will be the best. I will win. I will work, cry, sweat, and bleed the game. I will put all aside for the pursuit of this happiness.
I love the game. I could spend hours admiring my cleats, or lacing up my old indoors, running my fingers over the frayed strings. Out of every memory in life, I remember each and every game since the eighth grade. Spring, Winter, Summer, and Fall. Every season is spent for the game. I dedicated myself to the game. I push myself for the game. I work myself for the game. And I bleed for the game. Because in the end, it's all about the game.
I can relate. I mean, can't I? Just because I don't think in the same perfect little lines as you, it doesn't mean I can't relate to you. Because when it comes right down to it, we all of those petty little thing things in life each of us is far too familiar with or guilty enjoy, right?
Princesses. Princesses and their perfect little worlds. So pristine and organized they could be boxed into tiny little snow globes and sold to simple onlookers, hoping for their own piece of impeccability.