I’ll Get To It
I blew something off until the last minute.
But I don’t care,
I’ll get to it,
Well, I guess I have to now.
It was so much easier when I had a choice.
I never made the right one.
Moments I could have been productive are now distant memories,
swallowed by anxiety of “oh shit, that’s due.”
No need to judge me. I’ll judge myself.
No need to condemn, I’ll do it myself.
But will I change? Probably,
But it causes you anxiety!
Yeah but only in the last hours. After I’m done
it’s back to relaxing and ignoring until the next freak out.
But maybe I’ll change.
I’ll get to it.