Bleed It Out
So my vacation starts today.
In the morning I'm going to register for Fall classes and take care of that business. After I plan on working out. To the point where I damn-near cause a self-induced heart attack. Who knows, maybe I'll succeed.
I need to change. I'm dwelling on the past and it's ruining me, and threatening to ruin other things. I need someone to yell at me, tell me what the fuck is wrong with me.
I'm stuck in a fucking rut.