I relapsed, yet again. My head hurts. My mood plummeted into the darkest of holes. I can't think. I haven't worked out in weeks. It's true, willpower doesn't work. I need to think this out again. I'm on a bus, trying to come up with a plan. I need to stop relying on external factors. There will always be openings. My mind will always find a way to slack off.

It's time.

Time to stop.

Time to decide.

Do I want to be a nobody, a face soon to be forgotten, or achieve my potential and put my name down in history?

How you do something is how you do everything.

If I can't conquer myself, how can I expect to conquer my goals?

I've decided. I'm going exterminate all substances and their suppliers who imprison me. I'm done with all the BS I have been fed. I'm going to give it my best. I'm going to win. And the best way to win is to not fight. There should be no competition. Every single day. Every minute. I'll win. I won't give way, not a single step back. It's a downward spiral that I'm not falling into, not again. This is it, there is no return. I promise these won't be empty words.

I've made my choice. What's yours? Are you going to be the one, or will you be a zero?

-MaskyS