I just cant understand y i lose my temper uncontrollably.

I forsee the image of the excitment filled me, rushing to the stadium in the shortest time ever, the deal tt boy n me made kip flashing vividly in my mind, and the phrase of words dance its repetition moves in my head, 'I must win' .. 'I must win' had well diminished. All pinned on empty anticipation. I even MMS a photo of myself giving a cheeky face and the image of the stadium to him, proving that i had reachd alr.... HAHA. And upon waiting for like so long, no response after my 5th attempt on the phone, he finally answered, giving off tat frigging sleepy voice. In that very instant, I noe wads he's doing. DAM, HE'S NOT OUT YET! I hung the phone, chunk my bag in e locker and i went to run without him. Unable to contain the anger, I pushed myself even further, running at double my usual speed. I could feel the tension of my muscles heavily stretched, but i did not slowed down at a bit.

The boy came, only after i had ran for like 8 rounds and when he started 2 rounds, im done with my 10th rounds and i turned to walk towards the locker.

My ignorance makes matters even worst. In e end, we got some miscommunication and he ended up unable to make it to his grandpa's death anniversary.

Both stubborn minds, both in e wrong. THers just no one to blame but ourselves.

Sigh, I just hope tis day would nv ever happen again man.