I'm stuck.
Alright. A new years post.

I do not like the format of the paragraphs in this layout. I'm also getting off topic.

Resolutions.
Stop cursing entirely.
Healthy foods.
Start painting. Finally.
Spell better and broaden my vocabulary.
Use that vocabulary without sounding like an ass.
Continue not smoking cigarettes.
Forget pursuing piano, but at least try to practice once a week.
Read more books.
Watch more movies.
Play more video games.
Write more.
Keep doing that pretty handwriting thing.
Change the way I act in large groups.
Fast as least four times this year.
Regain the control I had. In all aspects.
Try to get to the same level of thinness I was two years ago.
Get thin and stay that way, or...
get fat and stay that way.
Make up my mind / find a way to maintain something steady.
Steady myself.
Mark. Everything. Every single thing.

I think I can go on forever listing things I want to change about myself.

A date won't make a difference as to the fact that I wasn't able to complete these tasks earlier.
A year from now, I'll come back, and we'll see how I did- I'll bet I won't get anywhere at all.

You shouldn't tell people that you wanted to be an artist, unless you want people asking you why you lost your muse and why you're not painting anymore in your late thirties. (Diary, by Chuck Palahniuk is a good read if anyone's interested.)

I never had a muse to begin with.