I'm disappointed in myself. I really thought I did well in that round.
Well I guess the judges didn't think so.
They voted on things that weren't issues in the round. Arguments he didn't make an issue.
I always vote on dropped arguments.
Well you shouldn't. And I didn't drop any more arguments than he did.
YOU ALWAYS DO THIS LINDSAY! TRY TO MAKE THINGS NOT YOUR FAULT WHEN THEY ARE!
I do not. It was a 3-0 decision. I had to have done something wrong. I just don't understand what. They shouldn't have voted on the things they voted on.
IF YOU DON'T WANT MY OPINION DON'T ASK IT!
I didn't.
DON'T EVEN TALK TO ME ABOUT IT! YOU LOST, OKAY?!!! STOP TRYING TO BLAME IT ON SOMEBODY ELSE.

Then, again, there is only me left to blame it on.

Last summer I drew a big poster of all of my goals for the year. I looked at it this morning and I had failed at all of them. I pulled it off the wall and and tore it up, tearing all the goals out. I crumpled up a piece of paper and put it in the sink and lit it on fire. I threw in my goals and watched them burn, the flames reaching almost a foot high. I just kept throwing them in, watching the blaze of all that failure.

And, oh God oh God oh God, I still cared... I still really cared.