It's that time again. Where I have an absurdly short amount of time to complete an overwhelming number of assignments.
A long assignment that's due in one day which I'm stuck on the first question.
A shorter assignment due a couple of days after.
A report worth 25% of my grade.
A group project task where I'm assigned to write up the main task in order to make up for my lack of activity the last task.
Job applications that are probably not accepting.
To top things off, the last week I lost my glasses, phone and now my notebook. I forgot to do a quiz worth 5% of my grade. Ah... to be so unorganised.
It's a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. Contractions as if you're about to have food poisoning. The second you think about the amount of work you have to do, it cramps up. Your heartbeat quickens. You're unable to sleep.
So why do I always let it get to this point? You ask. It's to the point where I'm ashamed to ask my peers for help as they've already done the whole assessment, or my strict lecturers who look down on me for being so last-minute.
Honestly, I wish I knew. My struggle with delayed gratification and hunger for instant is literally killing me at this point, but I can't help it. I can't stop it. In any moment in any given time, I would do anything. Anything but work on my assignments. 233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7Sn9s0E8HW
If I really did everything on time, if I managed my time well and was productive every day, this account would never have existed.
...You always need something to dread to be able to look forward to something. It's a lot harder to start a self-made project by itself, without something else you dread doing. I just wish... I just wish I wasn't so impulsive, I guess.
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