Procrastinate. in A transparent lockbox

  • March 27, 2024, 1:28 a.m.
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What an awful habit I’ve developed. I can only seem to work in the face of deadlines and when hit with adrenaline. When I know I have time, I cannot do work. I think I would need the rush of a gun being held to my head to pump out an assignment early. There is an off mode that my brain goes into between work assignments. I become incapable of any complex thought. I am just existing like a tree in the winter. There are no blossoms, no fruit, just swaying in the cold wind.


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