I had a good night last night. I had a few drinks with a good friend and got him and his wife to drive me home. The conversation we had was pretty good. I got to loosen up without Nurofen.

I had a doctor check me up today. It sounds serious because I'm required to get an X-ray. Plus, my birthmark could possibly be a sign of cancer. That's two days off I will not enjoy.

There goes my Martial Arts dream. I might never be able to train further... or worse... I may never lose weight ever. I was wrong to dream. I didn't want to be weak. I didn't want to be looked down on.

This is most likely the end of the line for me. I am am weak. I who once took on three opponents and walked unhurt. I who once took on a senior gang member and knocked him down thrice. I who is undefeated in our impromptu Fight Club.

I have failed.