Exhaustion would be an understatement today. Two hours of sports both at six in the morning and at four-thirty in the evening are rather overwhelming, taking into account that I've had merely five hours of sleep last night. Despite the weight of fatigue upon my shoulders, there is no denying the amount of satisfaction that I've gotten out of them. If only my life could revolve around this - wearing myself out with intense sports and diving headfirst into bed, with no time in between for me to feel anything else but plain tired. But I can't.
On a brighter note:
My roomies fill my nights with endless of jokes and drama on boyfriends;
My teammates tire my mouth out from laughing at their adorable netball mistakes;
My best friend just annoys me through ways that are impossible not to love her (today she took on a new adventure and that was to mess with my hair).
I thought I couldn't laugh again. Instead, I couldn't laugh more.
Little things make me happy; The littlest of things are enough to break me down too. My happiness doesn't last long, if that makes any sense.
I'm happy today. I was happy yesterday. But how long is this going to last?
I stink. I'd better shower. Now.
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