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I write my goals in perfect lines, in color-coded, careful signs, top of the class—that’s what they say, “I’ll go so far, I’ll find my way.” My notebooks hold my tidy dreams, a future bright, or so it seems, their praise sits heavy in my chest, they think I’m better than the rest. But deadlines slip like quiet rain, a slow, familiar, creeping strain, I stare at work I know I can— just never start the way I plan. The clock ticks loud, I feel it grow, that steady pulse I can’t outslow, I wait until the edge of night, then rush through everything in fright. They say I’m gifted, say I’m fine, “just manage time, you’ll surely shine,” but they don’t hear what’s in my head the constant noise, the quiet dread. I’m not just lazy, I’m just scared, of trying hard and being compared, that if I give my all and fall, it means I’m nothing after all. So I delay, avoid, pretend, and watch the same loop never end, too much to do, I feel so small I could be everything… or stall.
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Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 4:28 AM UTC
Procastination
I write my goals in perfect lines, in color-coded, careful signs, top of the class—that’s what they say, “I’ll go so far, I’ll find my way.” My notebooks hold my tidy dreams, a future bright, or so it seems, their praise sits heavy in my chest, they think I’m better than the rest. But deadlines slip like quiet rain, a slow, familiar, creeping strain, I stare at work I know I can— just never start the way I plan. The clock ticks loud, I feel it grow, that steady pulse I can’t outslow, I wait until the edge of night, then rush through everything in fright. They say I’m gifted, say I’m fine, “just manage time, you’ll surely shine,” but they don’t hear what’s in my head the constant noise, the quiet dread. I’m not just lazy, I’m just scared, of trying hard and being compared, that if I give my all and fall, it means I’m nothing after all. So I delay, avoid, pretend, and watch the same loop never end, too much to do, I feel so small I could be everything… or stall.
I just want to live up to ppls expectations but every achievme t becomes a new standard
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Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 4:28 AM UTC
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