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I know that sound.

The sound of my impending doom. The sound of complete and utter destruction. The sound of darkness. The sound of--

I need to get back to work.

Why do I torture myself like this? What am I expecting it to do for me? Is my future really going to be affected because I did all this crap? Will it really be all that much better?

Because if not, I want out. I'm already sick of this. I hate this. Why do I do this to myself?

Because I promised.

Why do I make promises? I should know by now that they are generally hard to keep.

Idiot.

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W² is always saying that we seem to brag about how much we procrastinate, and think it's some kind of trophy.

It's not. We don't. It's terrible. I'm almost sick with worry about this. I just want to die.

Do you really think I'm going to be bragging about this tomorrow? Oh yeah, because it's so cool to stand up in front of the class, say the one thing you can say (which will take less than a minute), and then sit down again and cry while everyone else does ten minute long analytical presentations that are absolutely fantastic and make you want to hurl because of the absolute perfection of it all.

Oh yeah, major fun. I'm totally going to be bragging about this one.

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Do you think I could pull off fainting?