Sometimes things work out...
and it’s soooooooooooooooooooooo nice.
It has to be a disorder of some sort. Really though. I can’t do anything because it all stresses me out. I don’t do my homework till the last minute because if I try to do it early I’ll panic if I can’t get it right the first time. By procrastinating I have to turn in my first attempt and that has to be good enough and that works for me. This journalism class is killing me...