Running Away

I had a debate today which I thought was on Thursday. There were so many problems and we really didn't give a fuck, but still I tried my best with what I had, well no not really. First of all, my partner needs to coordinate with me more, wtf, we lost this debate because of her. I just fucking gave up in the middle of my rebuttal and people were laughing (wouldn't blame them, I would probably laugh too if I saw someone like myself up there). My constructive speech wasn't that bad actually but it went over the 7 minute time limit and i didn't even finish my last sentence. I had a laundry list of problems that I had to address because my partner did not reiterate my points and added new information to her proposition. I kind of gave up in my rebuttal because I wanted to avoid sounding like a dumbass, but I did sound like a dumbass anyway. I was TOO FUCKING FED UP WITH SHIT BY THEN. ugh everything was stressing me out at that point, not to mention my really bad public speaking. critical thinking ftw, or maybe in my case ftl. i'm so embarassed, but i'm not sad or mad. I realized that I like to avoid situations a lot, I need to think more critically in order to make me more witty and on my feet. confront things from the get-go so i won't have to later on. oh yeah anthony smith, you're a gay fag. end of story. kthanxbai.