3 am Thoughts.

Goals

1. Stop drinking pop.
2. Eat healthier.
3. Learn to like myself a bit more.
4. Try to figure out my sexuality.
5. Adjust my appearance, dress better.
6. Be in a better mental state.
7. Practice drawing more.

A small list of a few of the things I've told myself over the summer I should do or have asked myself numerous times.

Guess how many I've accomplished.

A grand fucking total of 1.

The only fucking thing I did was stop drinking pop, unless I was out with my family who wouldn't pay for me to get a water at McDonald's.

I've gotten worse, and I know it.

I'm still confused and hurting. I'm scared and tired. I'm sad and done.

Nothing I do is going to make me better.