fuck. I've lost. we lost. fucking high school. I even could not resist and roared with anger. Well, it was well on the last word! AT LAST! Err. if not me, victory would have been in the pocket as well ... next time. Damn. hate. but you know, I was pleased? Girls, Olga. Eugene, Nastia ... they are genuinely rooting for me and comforted when we lost. More like Ilona from fourteenth school. Good girl, too sick for us. A high school ... Well it still does not win on the field. My own goal was to get to Moscow and see my friends. Well ... for next year.I do not want to remember this morning. I do not want to remember his defeat. hate. Bitch.
P.S. and yes, I'm not too lazy to write in English. From now on, so it will be until I get tired of translating texts in the Google translator.