Battles
Sigh! I hate to say my life right now is like a piece of paper, carried away by the wind, without strength and will to fight back the force of the wind. I hate to say I'm breezing past time, I hate to say I can't fight for Productivity. Procatination. Like a demon pressing my head to the ground. I want to fight it! I should fight it! I must fight it! But I can't find the strength and zeal to do so. Every day I wake up knowing I wasted yesterday doing nothing productive.