I thank whoever out there for giving me friends that can see how much I try, or at least I know for sure he knows. These are the people that matter, really.

I never thought I would actually crack. Because it's been so long since I last did, you know? Perhaps it is the onset of all that's been happening lately, I just really really snapped. I try so damn hard you know, working and working and keep working no matter how disgustingly demoralising the odds are. But like my angel and my mortal puts it, hard work don't always bear fruit like you want them to.

Why wouldn't these blisters heal, why can't I clench my left hand, why can't I clench my right hand, why does my whole upper body ache? Because I've been training, because I've been training so damn hard. But do you notice the changes? Nope. Apparently, to you, I'm still the stubborn little fucker who refuses to listen. I'm still not trying hard enough apparently. Cool, real cool. And honestly, I don't think you're the only blind one. Everyone out there, no one said anything.

Ah wells, you can go screw off with your stubborn theory and what not. If you don't like the way I keep trying then you can just not field me. At least I know I've given it my all. Playing is secondary, if winning is all you care. If I succeed with what I'm doing, then I've truly won. In every single sense of the word. So to hell with you.