Tonight, my father walked into my room and asked me "What am I doing in life?" I was taken back and wasn't exactly sure what he meant by that. He told, "Life in general. What are you doing?" I shrugged. He continued to remind me that all I do now is stay home, play video games, and do school work. Then he reminded me every time I do something and it doesn't go my way, I give up. He was right. I'm a quitter.

Learning how to ride a bike, I must have been maybe 4 or 5, but then I fell and scraped my knee. I gave up on it. I never tried again. Never cared to.

I need to get my NJ permit that way I can move on to getting my licenses. I only have a NY permit but then I moved. I took the NJ written test. Failed it three times. It's been a year and I've never gone back to take it. I've used school as my excuse.

I've been looking for a job non-stop for awhile now. Had one bad interview and slowed down. I never gave up completely but I wasn't striving as hard as I was before.

This applies to women as well. I've given up on them. I've convinced myself I'm not ready anyways.

Truth is, I'm a quitter. First step to fixing your problem is acknowledging it, right?

I won't allow this to be the future me. Starting now.