the life of a great procrastinator.

two hours of Mr Thantawi's class was painful. well, it was not because of him or the subject, or anything that he talked about.

it was because of the fact that, i couldn't help but to hear a lot of voices, all pretty much talking about the same thing. that freakin AE, and assignments.

i was at a point, where i needed to get out of that class. the point where my heart felt like bursting out of the system. the heart thingy usually happens when i am mad/nervous or something. but that time, i felt lost, messed up, fucked up, and screwed up.

i asked myself a funny question. a silly one actually.

what kind of a life is this?

well, it is the life of a great procrastinator. that's the whole deal.

i am on my own.

i can't blame my supervisor,

i can't blame my lecturers,

i can't blame the classes,

i can't blame the books,

i can't blame anyone but myself.

i don't have that privilege to blame others.

as i have lived the life of a great procrastinator