I've had all day to work.
Yet I procrastinate until the next–
Until 3:30am.
At 3:30 I'm so exhausted,
I don't even feel alive anymore.
It feels unreal.
A dream.
I haven't eaten for seven hours.
I fear that going to the kitchen to fill myself
Will awaken the family
Out of their gentle sleep,
And into my reality:
Hell.
My task gives me so much anxiety.
Fear.
It's dreadful.
Unbearable.
I put it off.
Until 3:30am.
I don't think about it.
I rid it from my mind.
Until 3:30 am.
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 6:38 PM UTC
I've had all day to work.
Yet I procrastinate until the next–
Until 3:30am.
At 3:30 I'm so exhausted,
I don't even feel alive anymore.
It feels unreal.
A dream.
I haven't eaten for seven hours.
I fear that going to the kitchen to fill myself
Will awaken the family
Out of their gentle sleep,
And into my reality:
Hell.
My task gives me so much anxiety.
Fear.
It's dreadful.
Unbearable.
I put it off.
Until 3:30am.
I don't think about it.
I rid it from my mind.
Until 3:30 am.
