Not only did mama raise a quitter, but she also raised a procrastinator, people-pleaser, doormat, coward, and liar, and you can’t put a price on that
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Not only did mama raise a quitter, but she also raised a procrastinator, people-pleaser, doormat, coward, and liar, and you can’t put a price on that

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I made a book playlist, designed a cover, imagined the ending scene, and rambled about my story idea to all my friends, but somehow the word count is still at 0???
Hey! Check my writing guide! -> [X]
Spent 20 minutes editing the Casino Royale poker scene to be chutes and ladders instead of finishing my English homework.

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"Haha, I'm a procrastinator, I sometimes take several days to do an easy task!" is true but like
I am consistently late to work. Because I am sitting on my bed, picking at my legs or watching videos or just staring at the floor.
I do not want to be late to work. I do not want to be late to doctor's appointments. I do not want to be late to things I volunteered to do for fun. I do not want to leave work two hours late because I was just sat at my desk, staring at my phone, unable to convince myself to get up and leave even though my work day was over. I do not want to be sat in my car, doomscrolling for half an hour as my car loses heat to the literal freezing temperatures, because I'm just incapable of making myself move.
But I am! I am always late to things! I am so incredibly bad at getting to things on time and it's partly executive dysfunction and partly a bad sense of time and partly just. Something deeply wrong with me.
IDK I also register the 'took weeks to do an easy task' thing (I haven't cleaned my room in uh. months?) (my dirty laundry is in multiple piles) but I feel like sometimes the cutesy 'single task' thing gets paraded around and the 'oh god I'm ruining my own life because I can't fucking move' is swept under the rug.
me: okay, tonight i’m locking in. i’m going to write all night, become a literary weapon and finish my chapter. i won’t just write the wip, i will be the wip. i’ll be unstoppable! relentless! unbreakable! so powerful the writing gods will have to restrain me themselves—
also me, 3 hours later: *giggling at yet another cursed tumblr post while my opened word doc glares at me with only 5 new words and a shameful half-finished sentence*