Janet Visaya. Junior'13. Sixteen. Norcal.
Forcing things to go a certain way never works. It’s like basketball to me. You can’t force the pass inside, the only outcome you’ll get is a turnover.
Thinking back at Friday nights game, I was so fuckin’ frustrated with everything. Whenever I think a lot, I usually go to a certain someone on the bench to help me out. But you ended up coming to me & I just ignored you the whole time. I didn’t want to talk anyone. I was just to congested in my own head & I apologize for the way I acted.
To be honest, I’m starting to lose my confidence in basketball. It’s still that issue of my injury bringing back flashbacks & now my sprained right ankle. It’s not like me, but I drive to basket less and I hardly ever shoot anymore. People always ask me after the game, “What happened?” or “Where’s the old Janet who had confidence in herself?” and etc. It makes me feel so disappointed in myself. I mean, I know it’s still in me to play that same I used to. But I haven’t found a rhythm due to me thinking a lot on the courts.
“Bittersweet” by Shauna Niequist (via mlcarinyo)
(Source: julie911, via xanthonycastro)
You’re long gone from the person I once knew & all I can really do is accept you for who you are now.
Most of the time when I say “I’m okay.” or “I’m fine.” it’s a lie. I’m not really okay or fine.
