procrastination
Its an addiction. Worse than nicotine or alcohol, its a drug of sorts that hooks the abuser the first time they try it. Soon, one is willing to feed the addiction that soon becomes a habit. This habit consumes them, taking its toll on their body little by little. Next, the abuser finds that they no longer sleep because they’ve been surrendering to this obsession. Now the painful realization that deadlines are soon approaching and their work is still not done sets in. It is now that they see their fatal mistake, like a hunted bird, come crashing down. Hard. Every decision that had taken priority over what should have been important catches up with them, and soon the abuser sees the blood on their hands and their smoking gun and they regret every minute that they chose to push what needed to be done aside for pleasures of the moment.
These same pleasures could have been enjoyed without the extra pain—both physical and mental—if the abuser had just done what they were supposed to in the first place.
My name is Emily and I am a procrastination addict.
My name is Heather and I am a procrastination addict.
2 years ago • Notes