Procrastinating

Sometimes I'm loaded up with a lot of stuff to do. I think of doing them, finishing them. But my mind is always filled with the idea, or rather, the illusion, that I still have too much time in my hands, that it would be inconvenient to risk my chance to have leisure time and do what I have to do immediately. Problem is, after I have spent so much time on leisure, I begin to realize, that before I knew it, I've started to run out of time to spend on what I really have to do. That's really what happens everytime. And I never learn. Perhaps I'll never learn. No matter how pissed I get with myself for that attitude. I'm a procrastinator. I'm kind of used to cramming, rush, doing things with haste.

On things that I tend to procrastinate doing, I begin to have this thought that my interest on them has dwindled. That I lack the drive, the passion on those kind of stuff.