Procrastination and Growing Up
It's Monday and I haven't gone to my psych class. I'm debating on skipping my ed. class too. I'm miserable and have no desire to go to a class in which I feel only mental agony as I doodle away three hours of my life. I'm not saying I'm doing anything important but I know I do need to get a few things done. I know Billy and Christina have lost all respect for me when it comes to class since all I seem to do is skip. I know it's bad that I do but it seems to be some form of adaption technique or something: I feel guilty about skipping but relieved all the same. I also procrastinate when I shouldn't these days. I used to be really good at knowing when things are due but now I don't even know that half the time. I suppose to wrap this up I'll just say that I have an intense fear of growing up and facing the real world; it's scary and unpleasant and thrusts me into an environment I have no idea of dealing with.