Well it's been far too long since I've been on here, so I figured I ought to write something in here again. I doubt anybody even reads this page, but here goes anyways. I finally snapped out of my "depression" phase. Well, technically. I haven't really gotten over it...but I've .. gotten better at hiding it. Funny-- that's the habit that got me into this mess in the first place. But it's an old habit thats taking over again. I feel that... telling people about it didn't do me any good- so I should just put it back where it was.
Schools almost here. I'm excited- I should be, after all its my senior year. I'm looking forward to it, but I don't know. I just enjoyed having the freedom to come home anytime when I couldn't hold the face on much longer. Now, I don't have that option..I get to go back to plastering the happy smiley face all year. I have to pick out a college soon too. I'm not really overwhelmed about picking one- sure I'm stressed- but everyone (well most people) have to deal with it at one point or another, and its my turn. I got a letter from Cornell University. I guess they want me for Track and Field. But I mean seriously, I'm just this kid who picked up track as something to do, as a way to meet more ppl and get more involved... and now they want me to do it competitvely for the rest of college? and Ivy League? I mean-- that's hardcore. It'd be a great education but... damn. I would probably turn them down... and probably will if they offer me a scholarship of any sort-- because track isn't my passion. It's not fair to them, any other possible recruits, or to myself to force myself to do something that isn't my passion. Basketball is my passion- basketball is what I really want to do. I don't care if I have to go to a junior college for 2 or 3 years-- if that's what it takes-- at least I'm accomplishing my dream. It'd be my dream of playing basketball in college- a dream I've carried within me since I was 9 years old.
This summer went by too fast. June was a good month- playing basketball, hanging out with friends... and I even met someone. Then came July. I went to Seattle, Reno, L.A., and Las Vegas.. and all for basketball. My friends are baffled by the fact that I played 2 solid months of basketball, have been back only a week, and already I am trying to find places to go play at and people to play against. I love playing. The summer fling-- that person I met-- ended already. Even though I wasn't ready for it to. It's okay though...it couldn't have worked otu anyways.

I think i just lost my best friend. I have to go.