I'm loving 18 years old and I have nothing to offer to anyone, nor am I doing anything with my life and I'm sick of it. I'm overweight at 275 pounds, none of it a significant amount of muscle. I'm unable to focus on anything, especially my homework, which is something I desperately need to get done before September of next year. My parents haven't instilled any sense of discipline in me in any fashion, but I can't blame them anymore. I'm taking this stuffty life, sculpting it into an immaculate masterpiece, and loving it in the starfish I'm going to tear in it.
I'm going to do something significant every day and I'm going to post about it in this thread every day.
It's time for me to kill (bad habits),
and it's time for (the old) me to die (figuratively).