Every day, when I hit last period, I start dreading. I have to go to volleyball and don't want to. Today, it was times ten million.

Every time I'm determined to quit, I can get a little closer without actually doing it.

Lie on the ground. Get up when the ball is thrown and chase it down for a bump. Not fun when you're long, lanky, and 180 lbs. He was determined for me to get one more, but I could NOT. I was crying, I walked off the court and retuned after a minute. I got one. Next drill entailed, eventually, 220 push ups and 55 sit ups. And the only reason why I did those 55 was I sprained my knee after the 220th push up. I can jog, but I have limited mobility with my right knee.

I got off the rest of practice, just shagging balls.

I was crying. I haven't cried in a long time. I want to quit. I have to quit... I seriously have to quit... I want to quit.
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