Stuck.

Do you ever feel like every time you're about to get it, to be the person you wanna be, that little part of yourself that hates you comes out and screws all that you've achieved? Yes? All the time? Well, now we're two. Or maybe two thousand. I go to bed, stare at the ceiling, think of it all, I make a decision and carry it out. You make all your way, through sweat and effort, and you're there. And then, you fall back down to the start. I thought I couldn't be worse than I was, stuck with no progress. I was wrong, it's worse to not be able to keep that little progress you manage to make. Is the self destructive me always going to win? 

You try.

You fail?

Doesn't matter,

try again.

Fail again?

Fail better.