loosing.

Some said it wouldn’t work I guess they were right.
Don’t you hate it when people tell you that you will never make the swim team, you are positively psyched to prove them wrong, and then you actually dont make it.
You feel like a twat (new word I picked up from English exchange student) because you honestly thought and believed it would work.
Maybe you should have listened to them, but then maybe you are stronger from having lost.
It’s hard to know when to give up.
My mum taught me to never give up, try a different approach, but never give up.
Maybe I am weak and I just follow something I think I will succeed at, and when I don’t its because I have overshot my range?
Well let me tell you, I’m not being a sad sack, I am just analysing life’s little mysteries, something we all think about, I just happen to write.
I have learnt a lesson today, once someone says you have lost, you give up, you walk away and you don’t turn back.
I hope I don’t regret not turning back, because it sure as hell feels like I will.
Tomorrow is a fresh start, plus I found a great little shop that sells the best cakes, so if not, I at least have cake!

Louise-incoherent and intense….