When I was training in my sport in my way to being a professional athlete, I remember it was the three of us at the university. This always spells trouble.
So my male and female team mate got a bit close so I was left as goose berry. They then did that typical playground game when they feel someone is cramping their style and they told me to go away and leave them alone .I wasn't sure if it's because I was deep down just a loser because I listened to my rock tunes and that was not cool at my school.
I wanted to play drums, but somehow I ended up a kickboxer. I was a geek, how did this happen.
I am still confused as to why my fiance s ,friend said I was looking for a sugar daddy. I was intelligent and sporty- the world should have been my oyster.
My team mates grabbed my phone on the train, when I wasn't looking and I had texted a friend saying they were doing my head in. We started training in the mornings but I was a night owl and hated it immensely.
By now I was spreading myself too thin. I have was studying to keep my brain sharp, working more or less full time at a supermarket, trying to maintain social life so my sport fell by the wayside, but I knew it was time to call it quits and I would go no further. Maybe I believe in divine intervention