when i was twelve i was totally in luv with this guy i trained with. he was fourteen and he had charm but not good looks. his sister told me he liked me too and we both found our way into the same lane at morning training and swum up and down oooh so romantic. he tried to teach me to squirt water from between my hands every morning for like two years and i could never do it. i guess he fell for some girl who could squirt water because he stopped swimming in the same lane and thus my dreams of holding hands were blown out of the water. get it? out of the water? oh.

i have loserish tendencies.