1:11.

I'm me.

I'm here, and I have one body, and one mind that may wander but remains the same, and one soul, and one heart, and one life.

Why do we obsess over other people? I've been having such life crises recently regarding the fact that I have so much I could do for myself, and I DON'T DO IT. It makes me absolutely sick to my stomach. Here I am, at 1:10 in the morning, while all I've done all day is watch TV, be on Facebook, eat too much expensive food and go to a master class that I was required to attend. I haven't written or read anything for my mind. I haven't done anything to improve my body. These 2 things are so important for what I want to do with my life, yet I don't work on them. And I don't think it's some weird "Is this really right for me?" question. Because trust me, that's popped up in my head a lot recently, and I am confident every time that it is. But I don't do anything for myself. As Ali said, I have no self-discipline. And that's sad.

I'm me. I'm here. And no one is going to change me except for me. There's a quote from a monologue in "Night, Mother" that reads ..

"I was what was worth waiting for, and I didn't make it. Me, who might have made a difference in me ... I'm not going to show up, so there's no reason to stay."

I don't want that to be me. I'm gonna start working on myself. I need to. I have to find the strength in it. Cuz as cliche as this is, in the end, I'm all I've got.