The door slams behind me as I storm into my room, my anger so potent I don't even remember shutting it. I lean against a wall, hitting it with my fist over and over again, trying to drown out my own thoughts through the pain. My hand throbs, yet the voices still come, unbidden and unwanted.
One win, two losses. TWO LOSSES! Those guy's weren't even all that tough, and yet you lost to them! Worse, one of them even gave you a black eye, and what did you do? NOTHING!! Flat out nothing!!
Wrestling meets always get me in a mood like this. Maybe it wouldn't if I actually had a winning day for once, but that's not happening anytime soon.