I am frustrated with my ability to put off things so much that it hurts me in the end.
For instance, the fact that I have not finished reading Harry Potter due to my own mind telling itself that if I keep holding off finishing the book the Harry Potter series will not end for me.
Packing is going so slowly. I still haven’t found a Sub-leaser for my apartment.
Screaming inside*
Fuck yeah you put stuff off! At least you’re where you want to be.