Same old, same old...

Deadline. The word itself makes me feel dead. It's as if Death is swallowing me whole. I remembered one of my teachers in my elementary school say, "I don't want to give a deadline for this project because the word itself is not nice." Well, I couldn't agree more. She was right. But look at me today, I am not organized. I am always panicking, cramming, and screaming and just, well running fast to keep up with things. Ha! Great teacher she was. Anyway, the feeling is really lovely when every time teachers would give the project months before the deadline. Well, because of I could make my project worthy for a high score. In truth, it's because I could have a lot of time, procrastinating. But now, if only you could see me! Nothing has change in me, physically, except for the fact that my normally black-brown eyes have no glow in them anymore. Well for my mentality? Nothing too, I guess because I am still me. The girl panicking, cramming, and screaming and just, well running fast to keep up with things.