I worked hard just to get in the squad. ONE HELL OF A MONTH. Trained EVERYDAY. 3 hours a day. Emotionally, physically, and mentally tested. 1 HELL WEEK OF PURE EMBARRASSMENT(fun) in school. ONE DAY of pure pain, sweat and tears. Now, I have to quit.

Damn, all those hard work will be put into waste. I know I have to understand my parents. I KNOW IT, K? But, sometimes, it’s just so hard to understand them. They don’t know how much effort I put just to get in. They don’t know how fun and happy I feel every time I train with my new friends. They don’t know my love for the squad. THEY DON’T.

I know they just wanna secure my safety. SOMEONE’S WILLING TO BRING ME HOME! Why do they have to choose? I’ll never ever ever feel happy about quitting. I hope some miracle happens and everything will change. I NEED A MIRACLE.