icarus
My schedule is fucked up. Nothing is ever done on time. Most of the things that I want to do never get done, and most of the things that I don't want to do end up appearing much earlier than I would like them to. I can go months without ever completing a single thing that I planned to. I put things off like I have all of the time in the world, when really, I've spent seventeen years doing fuck all. What am I doing with my life? Is there a point to this?