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I'm declaring war on myself.
I'm sick of me. I'm lazy, self-serving, I let my emotions rule me, I have next to no patience or resolve/will-power, I procrastinate as if I will win something if I do it enough, and I'm like Moloch fat. Because I think New Year's resolutions are teh azz-secks, let's just say the timing of this is coincidental. I can't relent at all, not until I can look in the mirror and see the lazy, whiny, emotional, fat bitch I was, and stab that fucker in his pork-heart and watch him die.
Bring it fatty. It's on.
I'm sick of me. I'm lazy, self-serving, I let my emotions rule me, I have next to no patience or resolve/will-power, I procrastinate as if I will win something if I do it enough, and I'm like Moloch fat. Because I think New Year's resolutions are teh azz-secks, let's just say the timing of this is coincidental. I can't relent at all, not until I can look in the mirror and see the lazy, whiny, emotional, fat bitch I was, and stab that fucker in his pork-heart and watch him die.
Bring it fatty. It's on.