An ode to Procrastination 

There’s just something about the thrill of knowing I might get caught up. Racing against a clock set, but I had no say in the deadline. I know I shouldn’t, but each and every time I do it. The constant nagging in my head, eating away at every action. Why do I box myself in? I count down the days…..minutes…..hours. I prepare myself to do what I should’ve done all along…FUCK HOMEWORKKKKKK

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