It takes a rotten apple to know a rotten apple.

When you put the good and the bad in the same box, eventually the bad will cause the good to become bad as well. Funny how things don't work the other way round. Rotten apples are disgusting: they are worthless and they take up space. In short, please just dump them into the bin.

This is how softball training feels like. Every single training, I go there looking forward to a better day, a better training, and I end up feeling like a rotten apple. I hate this. Nobody understands. Honestly. Here's the low down: 1) train harder nick 2) You'll get there as long as you work 3) Don't give up!

Yea right. Not so simple, simples. No one knows exactly what it feels like to have coach feeling disappointed at you, giving up on you. No one knows what it feels to train for 1 full year, and feel like you have reached your max. I know this isn't my best, or my max. But reality seems to be saying otherwise. I cannot do anything else but despair, because no one seems to be giving a damn either. It a quicksand. If you struggle, you drown because you struggle aimlessly. But unless you have someone around you to pull you up, you're dead too.

Hands up all you who knows what it feels like to be stuck with a habit and not be able to rectify it or make the best out of it. Hands up all you who let that very same habit cause you your passion. Hands up all you who have let habits ruin your love. If you did, you're one unlucky and sad person.

Talentless one, find a friend. Talentless one, if you don't find a friend, too bad, you're fucked.