Speechless

It is 8:38 a.m. I haven't slept and I have class in 90 minutes, but I feel like I need to write this so I have something to do and don't go and hurt myself or anything. I just got done playing one of the most brutal sessions of my life..... Wow, I am actually sitting here physically stunned. It is a bizarre feeling.

Well, last night I was going to hop on and play some poker around midnight, so I logged onto Pacific and found a good 10/20 table. A few minutes after I sat down I looked in the lobby and saw my friend Nate playing two 75/150 tables and a 50/100 table. I looked at his 50/100 table and he was killing it so I decided I would join him and give it a shot and joined the table with $3,000. Well it didn't take long and he had broke the rest of the table and I was playing him heads up. Nate is a very good aggressive player but I feel like I can play with him and probably have a slight edge over him heads-up. The trouble with playing another very good player is that it can sometimes just come down to cards, and it did. He cracked 3 over pairs and a couple other made hands and eventually busted me when his pocket 2's made a 4 card flush on the river against my nut straight. So I wasn't very happy about it and called him right after he broke me to tell him how much I hated him. After I got off the phone with him I watched one of his 75/150 tables and couldn't believe how terrible the players were. I have seen much better 3/6 limit games, it was absolutely phenomenal. Seeing this great opportunity I defiantly wanted to get in there and mix it up a little, but I only had 1k left in my Pac account. Screw it, that wasn't going to stop me and I sat down with 1k. I Played really well but kept getting really tough beats, but was still able to build my chips. These players were so bad that even through the terrible beats it was really profitable. After about 4 hours I had a little rush and the bad beats subsided for a while, all of the sudden I was up $10,000 at the table and still running hot..... Then it all turned. After taking a bathroom break I came back upstairs and the first had I play, get a 2 outer spiked on me on the river... No worries, that'll happen and that's why I love playing with these guys. For the next 2 hours I go COLD, really cold. I maybe see 6-8 playable hands during this whole period. To make it worse, EVERYTIME I raised those 6 hands I ran into either JJ QQ or KK. It was absolutely brutal. The kicker was when I was down to about 3k and had J 10 soooted in the BB and capped out a flop of J 10 4 three ways, only to eventually lose a $2,500 pot to pocket 4's. That's not a bad beat I know, but it is still hard to take. If I worked it all out I probably took around $20,000 - $25,000 in bad beats (4 outers or less) during that 8 hour stretch. I am not trying to get anyone to feel sorry for me, that's not why I am writing this. I'm actually writing this to occupy my time so I don't do something drastic to my personal belongings. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I left the table with $1.5k so I ended up still making $600 on probably the single most brutal limit table I have ever played. It gives me some hope and I'll probably give it another shot pretty soon, but right now I have a sour taste in my mouth and need a break.