Anna Phylaxis

Better than I have in a while...

Sick to my stomach. How else am I supposed to feel? I want to go home.

Don't we all...

Like something bad is about to happen. Anyone that knows me knows that I don't usually say things like that. But my gut is telling me that something is seriously wrong.

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, fuck you...

Thank you <3

Peace. And to be held, which isn't even an option right now.

Sobbing over the passing of one of my jr skaters and one of my friends. All within 24 hours of each other. Sobbing like it's my fucking job...

Indeed. This cements my reason for going to school. In other news, I'm now also mourning my friend (some of you know her), Beth Gancos. Two people in 24 fucking hours. No more, please. No fucking more.

Devastated. One of my jr skaters committed suicide last night. My daughter and I found out around 3 today, and the tears haven't stopped. She was only 15. Fifteen. I've never cried so hard. Not even when my dad passed. She had her whole life ahead of her. I know...we ALL say this when a young person dies. She was recovering from an eating disorder. She suffered from depression and anxiety. I don't think anyone saw this coming. My daughter had reached out to her a while ago. The weight of this pain must've been too much for her to bear. Both of our jr travel teams are playing in Mackinac this weekend. They're playing for her. My daughter is playing tomorrow. She's playing for her. My heart is SO heavy. So very, very heavy...

Sore and slightly less homicidal. I fucking love the gym...

I hate clubs and don't enjoy drunks. You stick to your guns and the right one will show up.

After five hours of being on-skates with a world-class men's derby skater, I'd say that I'm tired.

Shy and observant.

Rawr.

Come on, big daddy...

What would you like me to do right now?

Fabulous.

I'm supposed to know this??

I don't typically complain about it. I mean, I chose to move here. But yikes...

I think that it's WAAAY too cold to go to the gym. I don't typically think like that, but brrrrr...

Play roller derby with guys.

Sad, because the father of two of my league mates died from a heart attack, yesterday. He wasn't much older than me. Disappointed, because I'm home alone. And today is probably one of those days where I wish that I wasn't. I need to be held in the worst way possible. Sorry to be so down in the mouth, guys...

Frustrated, on SO many levels.

Thank you! This is just nuts...lol