Deleter

I start to write, than I delete, I write, than delete, more could be read into this, but it's impossible for me to grip that meaning with letting it all go before that. I have endless opportunities to be who I want to be, but I seem to choose the same one day after day. I need a vacation! I need an adventure out of the normal. I want to lay out in the sun, drink margarita's, shop in ritzy stores, and go dancing in the heat of the night. I have a plan...If I loose some weight, I will treat myself. I will treat myself to a fruitful vacation. Hawaii! I will loose the weight by not eating out and the money I will save from not eating out, I will use to go to Hawaii. I need to do something! I need to make my life better. No more awful, awkward days at work where all I want to do is either die or get robbed because that at least might make the day better...I have this odd budding sense to become somewhat fruitful in my makings.