A month and 27 days.

So I'm in a boxing ring.
Every day it's just another hit.
Left hook.
Right hook.
Oh, what's up, upper cut?
And I'm just standing there. Taking it.
Like, really, do you want to hit me again? Because I'm pretty sure I'm numb to everything at this point.

This has gone on for over a week. I'm ready to tap out now.
I have a general desire to win everything. I'm extremely competitive.
But this one, this one's different.
This one I can't win.
This one is isn't a win-or-lose.
Because "winning" would require doing things that just aren't right.
And I'm above that.

So here's what I'm doing.
I'm done caring.
I've burned some bridges. Okay, I've burned a couple bridges.
It happens.
The only thing I can do right now is face forward. Not look back.
I'm not fixing, repairing, rebuilding...I'm starting over.
I can sit around feeling sorry for myself, or I can enjoy life.

I've got a month and 27 days left of high school.
...and I'm going to enjoy it.