It's official. Well not really, but I have finally come to accept it beyond any reasonable doubt. What is it I hear you cry? Simple: I officially have absolutely no willpower whatsoever. None. Last week's detox lasted until precisely Wednesday afternoon. That's not even 3 days. Come the weekend I was back to form again, utterly blooted, taking pills I shouldn't be taking and messing around with people I shouldn't be messing around with. I even missed my fishing trip because of it all. Still, it was alot of fun, and I guess 30 is still young enough to be able to get away with that kind of behaviour, so f*ck it, get it while you can eh?
Of course tomorrow I'll feel differently probably.