Imperfections

These are things that need to be fixed about me. These are my imperfections.

I have bad grades
I have a bad body
I'm stupid
I have no job
I'm a freeloader
I'm wasteful
I'm a waste
I'm useless
I'm weak. Physically and mentally.
I have terrible style
I'm lazy

These will be fixed. And then they will be perfected.I'm only going to tackle a few at a time. And I'm going to start with 1, 2 and 4.

By Christmas,  I will be 125 pounds, I will have a C in my math class, and I will have a job. Preferably before then for the job. If not, so help me God, I will kill myself.  So now I have to do it, I mean, my freaking life is on the line here!