Yo, listen up freshmen. I am writing this as a cautionary tale, fueled by my 4th energy drink at 3:47 AM. 
My 8-page philosophy essay on existentialism is due in 6 hours. I have 3 pages of what I can only describe as "word vomit."
I do this every. single. time. I convince myself that I "work better under pressure" and that my "creativity peaks at midnight." Let me tell you, it absolutely does not. My creativity peaked at about 7 PM when I decided to deep-clean my entire kitchen instead of writing the introduction.
Now I’m just staring at the word "therefore" trying to remember what it means.
The worst part is the regret. I had TWO WEEKS to do this. Two! But nope, I chose to watch TikToks and "mentally prepare."
So yeah, I'm sitting here with shaky hands, trying to cite sources I barely remember reading, and praying to the academic gods that my professor has pity on my soul.
Don't be like me. Start your essay tomorrow. No, really. Just write one paragraph. Save yourself from this pain. If I survive this, I swear I'm turning over a new leaf. But for now... back to the abyss.
I do this every. single. time. I convince myself that I "work better under pressure" and that my "creativity peaks at midnight." Let me tell you, it absolutely does not. My creativity peaked at about 7 PM when I decided to deep-clean my entire kitchen instead of writing the introduction.
The worst part is the regret. I had TWO WEEKS to do this. Two! But nope, I chose to watch TikToks and "mentally prepare."
Don't be like me. Start your essay tomorrow. No, really. Just write one paragraph. Save yourself from this pain. If I survive this, I swear I'm turning over a new leaf. But for now... back to the abyss.