Dear Procrastination,
I don’t understand you. I don’t understand why you’re so tempting or why you have such a hold on me. I know you’re bad for me, but for some reason I can’t get you out of my system. You’re a drug and I’m the addict.
You know all of my weaknesses and use them against me. Whenever I need to get work done you’re always waiting on the sidelines for me to slip up and fall back into your graces. There’ll be times when I’m ready to give up on you, but then you dig your claws right back in. There’s no catching a break with you.
What exactly draws me to you? Is it the promise of fun and adventure that you leave? Is it the sweet nothings you always whisper softly to me? You taste so sweet, but your aftertaste is always bitter.
You’re so good and yet so bad. When I’m in your presence it’s always invigorating and exciting, but afterwards I’m left with panic and stress. You convince me that everything will be alright and that nothing will go wrong, but two seconds later you leave me on my own and laugh in my face when I need help the most.
