Calling 911 for a Better Me

They say the first step is admitting you have a problem. You have to figure it out in order to attack it. One day at a time. Blah, blah. Can anyone really change for the better? Truthfully, I've never really tried. My diets mostly consist of three days of being “good,” and then the fourth day of rewarding my good behavior, followed by then immediately falling off the track. My impulse runs this program called “Katie Frank.” Food was my first distraction. TV has been my best asset for procrastination. Weed was my only friend for a while. Interchangeable men became my hobby. All things distracting from actually being alone with myself. 

So here I start on Day One. Friday the 11th. September 11th. A day of destruction. A day that triggered a war. A day that people truly felt how fragile things can be. And a day that I promised myself a better me.