To procrastinate, to put off intentionally and habitually.

I am procrastinating more and more things, not intentionally, but habitually.

I remember Ellen DeGeneres once called forth people to procrastinate, since people of modern time are rushing into so many things at the same time that they don’t enjoy any of them.

For me, I might be the best supporter of her call. And I find I don’t feel that good about it.

“If it weren’t for the last minute, I wouldn’t get anything done.” I hate to admit it, but I really …

The worst thing is for those things which don’t have any last minute, they have to wait forever and finally leave undone.

And for others which I don’t know how to do, I leave them there, forever, again.

However, those unsolved problems don’t stay there still, but keep bothering me, annoying me, and torturing me.

They make me uneasy.

Actually, procrastination harasses me, all the time, like the ants biting my flesh.