Didn't work out for two weeks. Day zero. I'm not calling myself a failure yet. The last week and a half has been great, and I don't want to lose it.

Yeah.

I know.

It's up to me to prove it to myself. I felt like I was proving something.

It didn't take long to forget all I 'thought' I was learning. Bites me in the ass everytime. Then I think there's no reason to fear the thing that got me here. And I do it again cause I love it.

I fucked up. Like I said...day zero. I'm not proud of it.