I'm sick. I'm weak.

I have no motivation. I have no discipline.

Every morning, I wake up hoping that things will be different today. But they're always the same.

Every day, I realize more and more that I don't like who I am. But I never change.

And the guilt, oh my goodness, the guilt... It eats away at me...

Life is harsh, but I can't say that it's harsh...because life isn't harsh, but isn't it?

I don't get it.