chapter thirteen: a plea
argh..
this truly is cut throat suicide..
maybe i brought this upon myself..
the words "cut throat suicide" dawned upon me at this time..
perfect timing ayy teaser??
damn!!
too bad this aint one of them possitive inspirations..

damn..
i just hate living my life rite now...
now dont get me wrong...
i dont wish that i was dead..
nor do i have any regrets doing what i am doing now..
just that..
well..
i wish i had more support from you guys..
you support me when i compete..
yes..
when im in the early stages of competition..
yes..
but i just wish you could give the same support to my life..
my daily life..
andand not be so critical of me..

im trying my very best for crying out loud..

why dont any of you see progress over end result??
for me to grow and excell..
i need you now..
not later to pat me on the back saying i did a great job..

there is no such thing as constructive criticism..
its a dangerous concept..
criticism is still criticism..
and more often than not..
it is has too much spit in it..

please guys..
i love you all..
dont make me feel this regret..
no good will come from it..
i beg of you..

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