Procrastination has long been one of my vices'. All that "I work better under pressure" is b.s. I only finish because it's crunch time, you either make it or you don't. So far, I haven't been able to succumb any of my projects well before they're due. I need a foghorn right by my ear at all times to break me from the usual figments of my imagination. Even my thoughts become tentative sometimes. Reoccurring thoughts become relevant to that of a broken record or looping of pop songs you hear on commercial radio. I hate having to think about what needs to be done and not doing a darn thing about it.
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