So. My unusually big ego is fucking bruised. I have no idea how this happened but the truth of the matter is: Its bruised, its battered, and its basically nonexistent now.

You see, I hate losing. If- from the start- I was fully aware that I didnt stand a chance, I can honestly take defeat. But this. Journalism, my forte. The one thing I used to beat everyone in class at: Someone else is beating me. And not because she has much more writing prowess than I inhibit but because she's more responsible and smart. I have no hatred for this person whatsoever, just to be clear. But lemme tell you, the teachers who let this happen? Oh yes, baby. I am freaking holding a grudge.

And now, I have to write this essay that I know nothing about. My other friend is competing against me. Whoever the teacher chooses, well, then she's freaking lucky. Just wish me luck because I need it.

Sigh. Life is so full of biases.