Well.

I'm having some self- image issues as of today. Well, since before today but today they starting hurting like open cuts. I was trying on dresses in front of my cousin and all, but a 2 wouldn't zip up... And she's like are you sure this is a two? It was, but it was too small. Ouch. I've gotten a lot bigger. A LOT. I don't understand how. I mean, I was skipping practice, but now I'm running my as off. Well I bought a tight dress and I'm in desperate need to tone my abs FAST. I know I'm not fat, I'm just athletically built. Just in my moments of insecurity somethings sting like a bitch.

I'm not dead, I swear.

I've been really busy with cross country and such starting high school. My honors courses are killing me, but I'll manage. I'm doing 100% better with all the, you know, stuff that was going on. No *incidents* have happened since before cross country training started. I was really mad Tuesday night when I got a letter from my ex- coach telling me I was cut and sending me a check back. That's fine. I'll let everyone know here and on twitter, LAVON HATCHER OF ROSWELL GEORGIA, SOFTBALL COACH, IS THE SINGLE MOST UNETHICAL, UN- UNDERSTANDING, BITCHIEST PERSON ON THE PLANET. IF YOU OR YOUR DAUGHTER/ SISTER/ FRIEND/ NEICE/ ETC. EVER COMES ACROSS HER AND MAY WANT TO PLAY WITH HER OR HER DAUGHTER SAVANNAH, DON'T. EVER. They cut me basically because I didn't want to kiss her and her daughter's asses, and I wouldn't be walked all over like a little bitch. NOPE. Seriously? I had the highest batting average and lowest errors. THAT'S FINE. They helped show me that I was meant to run track and XC for my school and that I need to surround myself with coaches and people that will love and support me. All of you trying to tear me down and hurt me, come at me bitches.