"Help us to help you."

That's what my PE HOD said to us.

I think she's right in some way or another.

Anyway, I didn't tell you all about it.

I'm actually in Touch Rugby.

And for the first time in my entire sad pathetic life, I'm going to represent my school for a touch rugby competition.

That's right. I've never represented my school before.

Unless you consider wearing the school uniform the correct way a form of representing the school.

If not, no.

God, I cannot describe to you how nervous I feel.

What if I drop ball? I already feel mortified.

Someone please just stab me.

My boyfriend's going through a difficult time of the semester.

The period before the exams.

I don't want to sound like your mother.

I really can't help but to nag.

I try to shut my mouth.

But I just can't help nagging.

I'm a nagger.

I just like nagging. Maybe I'm born to be a difficult.

Sigh. I still feel wonky from yesterday's stuff.

I wonder when will we be okay.

I love you.

I do.