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It makes me extremely uncomfortable to put things off for later, but I continually do it.
As if I have all the time in the world to finish it.
As if tomorrow is a foregone conclusion.
Maybe I get off on the squirmy sensation I get when something is due and I wait 'til the last possible window of time in which it could possibly be accomplished by. I don't know.
I DO know I don't like to think about it for long.
It depresses me.
I believe I've gotten better at parsing my time, but I know I can do more to help alleviate some of my guilt.
'At's enough for now.
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