Goodbye, Buzznet.This might possibly be the last time I get to write a journal. I'm probably going to die tomorrow. How will I die, might you ask?
Rubgy.
I am trying out for our girl's varsity team. I am scared, but I'm going to do it anyway. My mom's freaking too. She just read about how my high school is not responsible for my death or potential maiming. Also, she says if I get my teeth knocked out, she won't buy me new ones because she just spent $5000 on the ones I have. Great. Just Great. So, my dear, darling, Buzznet, if I never see you again, know that I love you, and I'll miss you after I'm gone. Liz
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I thought this was a leaving letter!
*wags finger*
That is not nice!
I wish it was as easy as just me leaving. I might live if it was just that. But I'm seriously considering the fact that I might die.
(and those "death or dismemberment" forms are always scary. I had to sign them for Judo. Never gets any less disconcerting :( )
I GET TO LIVE UNTIL TUESDAY! YAY!!!!!!!!
Running was generally what threatened to kill me in sports :(
I have faith in you, but I'm fearing for your life.
Srsly.