story of my life

that's my assignment for AP English, but i don't really know what the story of my life is yet.
writer's block at it's best.

maybe its how my body kills from track everyday, especially right now, and i don't quit, even though i kinda suck at my events. and i somehow enjoy track even though it hurts so bad. tough love? it hurts to type. how is that even possible? last day of track tomorrow, and i should be ecstatic seeing as i feel like my muscles are going to slide off my bones at the moment, yet im wicked sad. wickkked sad.

or maybe its how i got straight-up shoved in school today. walking to my locker, with people in front and behind me, going as fast as i humanly could, this chick full force pushes me. who does that? do i look confrontational, like i'd fight back? no. maybe that's why. am i the world's biggest a-hole? arguably not. all i said was "can you NOT push me" and shes like "bla bla get outta da weyyyy biatch." good thing i have some self-controlling, tactful bones in my body.