it's a labour of love. it's the feeling when it's breaking down, and you have 33 seconds left and you know you must win it, you know you can win it, everyone has seen that you can win it and yet you fail. that pushes me on i guess. life's like that. and as for some assholes who can't read rules, think i'm dumb and some who just organise with everyone else to break rules so it can't be enforced. screw you. because i know that when i do go overseas for international stuff, you will see me there and regret.

sobbing under breath