Dear Internet: I Fail

Pretty consistently, internet. You know this because you are my partner in crime. Don't get me wrong; before you, I knew absolutely nothing like success. You have enabled me to do fancy things like research for school projects. That's pretty cool of you, internet. Pretty cool indeed.

But, when you are not fancifying my life, you are distracting me. But then, I'd be distracted anyway. And right now, I'm not failing at school as much as I am failing at the rest of life.

I'm failing to be a friend. I'm failing to be a sister/daughter/niece/cousin. I'm failing to be a girlfriend.

I have some big decisions to make. I need to make them soon, so I'm putting them off. I'm hoping that this trip to Alabama will bring me some clarity; maybe some time away, and actually away, will be good for me and help me sort this stuff out.

But maybe it's just more procrastination.

All I know is, if I'm going to do this thing, the sooner the better. So naturally, I procrastinate some more.