Stressmeister!
I can never get enough time. It's so addicting.
The irony of it is that most of my time is consumed with how I have no time for anything. There's always so much that needs to be done and nothing ever, ever, ever EVER gets finished.
The reason why it's so strange is that most people always ask how I finish what I do with the little time I have. Zoomed moments. Getting things done. Following up on things ahead of time.
Then, why is it never enough?
To some level, there has always been an undying urge to be time conscious because I always feel like I'm being robbed.
I'm squeezing all the things I dream of into pocket half-second sessions of impossibility. I compulsively write lists and I run through it like I'm moments from exploding, leaving tracks in the form of blue tick marks.
If I don't finish, I beat myself stupid because I'm a waste of space that moves like molasses.
If I do finish, I beat myself stupid because I expect so little of myself.
Spread too thinly. Short sticked in every situation.
In the words at the end of every excellent fighting game ever made: You lose
My internet died and I lost the momentum, the energy and the TIME to write everything else in my fluffy head
