Today was a description of garbage.

If I may ask, why the hell is sports a requirement in school?

Okay, I appreciate the whole arrangement of trying to keep students healthy, but what is healthy in painful muscles?

I forgot how bad it felt to be forced to work out. The gym teacher was right in my face forcing me to do all sorts of things said to be 'exercises '.

"Terra, do some squats."

I do two, then he makes me do more and more and more.  For the sake of obedience, I do them all. Just when I was about to rest my butt on the ground, he surprises me as well as everybody with more exercise.

Why?

As if that wasn't enough, he makes us play Dodge ball.

My face hurts right now. It really does.

To be exact, my everything hurts, and when I say everything I mean everything.

It was a terrible gym class and a terrible game of Dodge ball or should I say the game of death because clearly, right now I feel dead. Those people were not playing right. Like seriously, were they trying to kill me?

Anyways, I left gym class feeling murdered and exhausted then walked to class for some more boring lessons. I sat on my chair unable to feel my butt. That feeling I get when I place my buttocks on the chair was no longer there, it too was affected. My posture changed too. I ignored all that and tried my best to listen to the teacher.

After several boring classes, it was finally time to go home. I felt good. I just wanted to come home and throw myself on the bed. Funny thing is that I have been lying in bed for the whole day.

Whilst on the bed, I have been busy trying to read more romance novels.  I don't even understand why I read such novels, because honestly, I do not even believe in love. I just read it for the fun of it otherwise something about the way novels portray love sounds like a lie to me.

Okay, the whole idea of love sounds like a lie to me. I fail to believe that someone other than my parents can love me so much that they would die for me.

If it is possible, I can love having someone that is that obsessed with me that they can die for me but the effort to make them love me is just too much. I would rather not.