My name's Jaybee. I'm 17 and I live in California. I wrestle on the Varsity Wrestling team In Bellarmine College Prepatory. I blog about anything that comes to my mind, I don't follow a certain theme to my blog.
I love Kettle corn popcorn. Oh Fuck yes. And I fucking love HBO's Dexter, Misfits and Supernatural.
Is that if someone tries to commit suicide, people are on your ass with love.
My arms are too fkin sore. Ughhh but it feels so good. Sometimes I think I get too sexual when it comes to working out.
It’s a never ending cycle. But nothing beats feeling sore after working out. It’s not only physical training, but it’s also mental. Workouts out my drive to push myself forward.
I’m done. My arms and chest wont let me do another push up, and it feels like my biceps are going to tare if I do another rep. I’m pooped. Nighty night.
So what if someone fucked our wrestling team? Our coaches didn’t teach us to quit. They taught us to fucking push forward and work hard. I’m not gunna let some stupid choice from the administration fuck up the team, because the team is one of the only things that I ever had. Most of my friends were there. And lots of dedication went into that team. Benson once said, ““It’s how you respond to times of hardship that determine what kind of man you are.” And I won’t be quitter. There are things that I will never quit on, and the team is one of them. For the Four Horsemen!
I’m way stronger than this. I’m just glad that after everything that’s happened I’ve never quit. That’s something that drives me.
