Baseball

I had recently joined the baseball team at the beginning of the sports season. I haven’t done a team sport since I was like… 7 or 8, and I’m just getting into sports now. I don’t know what drove me to join baseball, but, at the same time, I would think it would be fun anyway.

After losing a game 3-13 (ouch.) I wanted to get better. Sure, I haven’t had any sports experience prior, but… It’s the effort that counts. As soon as I got home, my dad and I played catch.

It was nice playing catch with him because I like playing baseball, and he’s a good person to play catch with.

We had a game today, and we won 4-3! My parents were so happy to find out that we won, even though I was benched the whole time. I strive to get better, though, no matter what. Even if I won’t be put out in play.

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IDK

Sometimes recently, I feel completely lost.

I just, I just don’t know anymore.

In the past, I really hated to say the phrase “I don’t know.” Every time when I say that, I feel I am weak. I hate myself being weak.

But recently, I say this phrase more and more often. I really want to avoid it, but I just can’t help.

Saying “I don’t know” is much easier than saying something else. No need to think, no need to explain, no need to worry about the consequence.

And sometimes, I just really don’t know, and I don’t want to find out the answer either.

I don’t know what will happen tomorrow, I don’t know what the future will be like.

I know I need to make some changes, but I don’t know where to start.

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But….. I remember Socrates said that “I am the wisest man alive, for I know one thing, and that is that I know nothing.”

I guess maybe it’s not that bad to say “I don’t know.”

My Hypocritical love

I’ve watched you in the sunset

Carefully letting yourself soak in the rain,

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Waiting for the morning to make it all better,

The morning that never came.

 

I’ve watched you tear up

So bitterly, from graceful sadness,

So stabbing and red from crept up anger,

So utterly, from jokes and lies.

 

I’ve watched your eyes go from glowing golden

to stained with red.

All love swept away,

leaving your desperately addictive blood,

for me to seek and find and spit out.

 

“Don’t leave me,” you’ve said too many times,

With trembling hands and pretentious tears.

You’re selfish in the most delicate way, you know,

Agonizing and cool, burning for undivided attention.

 

So I want nothing but to watch you cry and soak,

And I do it too, because I am just like you.

“Don’t leave me,” I exhale towards the plain, shut door,

In sweet despair of your silky soul.