So my goals are shit. I could tell you all the excuses that I've told myself, but they hurt. Because I know they're just that, excuses. I don't know why I'm so unfocused, so undiscplined, so weak. It's one thing to have nice goals when my body isn't aching and my fringe isn't stuck to my forehead with sweat. When all I can think of is drugs, and I have the cash throbbing in my wallet. I want to stop, I really, really want to. Why isn't that enough?