One point. One fucking point. I missed by one point. I was so close to pointing out of my division and going to Regionals. I needed at LEAST Third Place. AT LEAST. And I got FOURTH. Shit. Dammit. Fuck. I feel like sobbing because I was so excited to win and to go to Regionals. And I missed out by one point. But I’m okay, I’ve gotten hugs from almost everyone and I’ll get more before the day is over, the girl on the team I look up to the most gave me a pep talk because she’s in the exact same boat as I am and knows how I feel and told me that it’s going to be okay, because you know what? I have only one point left until I get into the next division, and I have all of Senior year to ride, that means I’m pointing out at the first show of the year, and I have all year to become a badass at my division and then win at Regionals next year. And I’ve gotten similar talks from my coach and my other teammates. And talking to my parents helped a whole fucking lot. So yeah, I feel like crying, and a little shitty, but I’m starting to feel better already. So I’ll be okay. It’s all good. Still sucks wide though.