12:24 am
Here I am again. This feeling is way too familiar. Why is it that I can never get anything done on time? Why is it that I am always rushing to get things done, even though I had initially planned to invest all of my energy into doing a good job? I still don't understand why I set myself up for disappointment. I always mean well, but somehow, something within me feels the need to put-off everything that is important to me, until it is gone; I only seem to realize the repercussions of my actions when everything I value burns to ashes. Why is it always like this? Why do I not realize the importance of time and the value of things while I still have them?












