She places her pencil down and her gaze drifts to the time,
4 am.
She's been awake the whole time working on a last-minute assignment. She feels frustrated and embarrassed, not by anyone but from herself. She doesn't feel the need to please others with who she is but rather to please herself. Certainly, she was not pleased with herself. She throws her head back and closes her eyes for a long restless minute. Her eyes are aching and her head is throbbing. She's had a long time to do this assignment and yet she waited until the last minute. She loathes this about herself and concludes she has no self-discipline.
I hate who I am she thinks to herself. I loath how I can not control myself to be better. I despise how I fail to meet my expectations of myself.
in the end, she manages to hand in the assignment but deep down it irks her how helpless she is in controlling her own self.
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