Procrastination: Oh the anguish & trouble you bring into my life. I try to rip you from this fragile soul within me you have latched onto, but every time I put up a fight I fall to my knees in defeat. Unsuccessful. Every. Single. Time. How is it that I continue to feed this monster all the while knowing it is stifling any joy I may feel, numbing the very core of me. I cannot continue to live this way.
The springtime reminds me how much I miss you. It’s not the family holidays, nor the birthdays missed. But the blooming trees, the sweet warm breezes. I feel you in the springtime. My soul aches to be with you once again. My heart shatters. Just as it did two years in the past.
I’m homesick. Sigh. I try so hard to distract myself, to remind myself that it’s only been five weeks. That’s nothing. Barely over a month. It’s completely ridiculous. Completely irrational. And yet here I am, almost twenty-one years old and I miss my momma.
But I will not be ashamed.