Rant.

So the whole trashing Joe thing is getting outplayed and I want to save the Joe card for an extremely cringeworthy topic...

even though I have a lot to say about Joe....

So now for a topic that makes me hate league... and is very commonly addressed.

People in RANKED.

Disgusting, Disgusting people.

Let me go over some scenarios that are all too real for me and other's who play ranked:

*Dies once in laning phase*

"GG WE LOSE"

"FEEDER!!"

"STOP FEEDING OMG"

"REPORT AFTER GAME"

"UR SO BAD"

And the list goes on. 

People need to remember that winning games is a matter of every individual on the team. Unless you are playing with Joe, don't tilt if they die once. Or twice. OR THREE TIMES. Yelling that they are doing bad DOES NOT MAKE ANYTHING BETTER. People need to learn to be patient. You win some games, you lose some. Being a toxic pinecone does not help crap. It just puts everyone on the team on a bad mood, whether they're mad at the person who is doing bad, or standing up for the person who is doing bad. It sets a negative environment in which NOTHING can be accomplished because everybody is too fed up with their team. 

Let me leave off on one note. 

If I ever convince any of you to play league ever, no matter how hard it is... Don't be jerks. Be accepting of people's strengths and weaknesses... Most of all, don't play with Joe.

off topic again brb crying

My Ballad/Poem

So this week I wrote a ballad typed thing for Mr Ravenda's class and it's about insecurities so here it is.

https://youtu.be/t6bu2RMU8oE

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We people share a mutual love for hatred

We hate a lot of things…

Like country music, or vegetables.

But there’s more than what meets the eye…

Things that aren’t assets of who we are…

Rather, it’s what we want to be.

It’s what we’re told to be.

It’s what we strive to be.

And painfully, it's what we aren’t.

There are assets of us that we can resist.

Biting our nails, picking at acne.

This isn’t one that we can abandon,

Rather it has abandoned us.

Our minds have moved on in pursuit of something better

Something we are told to be.

Something we strive to be.

Something we aren't.

So it left us.

Alone in this shell.

A shell of what we really, really don’t want to be.

But we really, really are.

So we crack.

No, we break.

No… We shatter.

And we pour our heart out into the hands of something that is missing.

The hands of someone who isn’t there to catch us from our lengthy plummet to our knees.

Instead, we pour our heart out to the person in the mirror.

We try to break this cycle but they just stare back

With the same damn tears that are in your eyes right now.

You think to yourself,

Why can't I be who I want to be

Why can't I just snap my fingers and be a whole nother person?

Why did I get stuck with being…

Me…

These demons are only trials of your determination.

Your confidence.

Your self-esteem.

Your sanity.

Only warriors make it.

Fight for you, not someone you want to be.

Not someone you’re told to be.

Not someone you strive to be.

Not someone that you aren’t.

Fight for you.

Not some model.

Not some celebrity.

Not a stranger, your cousin, your best friend.

Fight for you.