"If you start, it will get easier."
Words that I always tell myself as the hour's flow by in a promising light that gradually dims into complete darkness.
My eyes are always drawn to the clock and as each second passes my heart withers in dread.
I didn't realize how fast the time had gone by.
Last time I had checked the sun was still high up in the sky just like my expectations.
As I glance at the obligations I failed to accomplish I can only feel numb.
All my panic disappeared and in place left a hollow shell too spineless to stand on its own.
Just when I had expectations in myself I let myself down again.
A waste of a day.
A waste of a week.
A waste of a month.
A complete waste of a life.