Dear Weaker Self,


a battle wages within, I want to win, not you
I shall triumph and take control. you won a couple battles today, I'll surely admit. I've been listening and following your advice for a couple years now and look how I am suffering for it now. you WILL NOT win, I will slowly get stronger and lock you into a dark place of nonexsistance and throw away the key.
You have torn me down, made me believe I couldn't do it, make me feel like food was my only friend..
You are a LIAR and a manipulator, a softly-speaking "demon" of ill will.

The easy way is your way
so i'll choose the hard way

That cupcake over there is your way
So I'll go crush it and throw it in the trash

This lethargy is your quiet protest
I'll force myself to move a little more each day

You'll get even weaker, your voice and persuasion will fade until it's no longer noticeable. I'll forget you, and I won't celebrate because that's when you will try your tricks and start to become noticeable again.

you are hearby evicted from my life.

now hush.