AnxiTea

I think I sipped at the black tea,

taking in the precariousness of my situation.

To say I was in deep, was an understatement.

My attack plan?

Complete and total blatant procrastination.

Not good enough.

Not going to be quality.

I'm not skilled enough at this.

Sure as shit, I put it off. It's almost been a year now.

God, I feel like shit.

Sorry to the ones I promised.

Sorry to the ones I said I won't forget.

I didn't...

I just don't feel... good enough.