Demoted!!!

Day 1 -The Problem of Procrastination

October 26, 2017.

I woke up with a start, still having that feeling of frustration within my chest. It was all too painful, still, for me to bear. After all, it is not normal to move on from something that destructive in less than a day.

It was still 2 o'clock in the morning. As usual, the alarm on my phone woke me up, but I felt like skipping that alarm. I turned it off and slept once more. Two hours and forty minutes later, another alarm woke me up, yet I ignored it again.

However, that made me wake up at six fifty-nine in the morning, completely late in doing early household work—washing the dishes that I did not wash that evening, cooking the rice and viands for our breakfast, cleaning my room, and many more. Is there something wrong with me? Definitely, there is. This frustration is directly affecting my life, which is not good, just like a virulent disease spreading around the populace.

Yet once again, who is the one who must take the blame? It is definitely me, right?

I pretended not to take notice and tried to live out my life, as it is, and not making it worse.

It was the second day of the exams. To be honest, I once again blame my frustration. Why? I am in no mood to take my exams. Thankfully, due to some special reasons, I am exempted from all exams. It is really a good thing that that is that, for I really have no knowledge about what the contents of the exam will be, and I do not plan to take it.

I think I am starting to hate this frustration that is building up inside me. But once more, who can I blame?

To make me busy in writing something, I have joined an international essay contest. My editor just messaged me, attaching my submission in the mail, asking me to take a look at the edits, and re-edit it myself.

"Finally, an update! This ought to make me busy for a while," I then thought.

However, I did not immediately took a look at it, and instead, logged in to my Dissension account to see what's happening with the members of NWA. They seemed not to care that I was demoted—of course! Why should I expect it? I have not been a good member. It actually made me think that my disappearance is good for their side. Is it just paranoia? Or truth? Whatever it is, it's giving off a nasty feeling in my chest.

"Hello everyone!" I typed in the chat box and sent it to them.

"Hello Paul," one of the head coordinators, Neenah Nelevite, replied.

"Yow, Paul!" one of the writers, Oxford Colorado, replied.

"Hey, Alex." also one of the writers, Herbert Frank Oregon, replied.

"Hi, Paul!" one of the editors, Renellica Turner, said. Two more writers, Sharry Greatwhite and Tony Xiao, also replied this phrase

"Paul, how do you do?" the head coordinator that sent me the notice of demotion, Annabelle Malcera replied.

By reading their replies, it seems that nothing happened. That saves me some time. Good thing that they did not notice it. I was only two months old in NWA, so that doesn't really qualify me as a memorable member. But who cares? Once again, I brought this to myself.

Argh! This makes it so annoying! Why do I really blame myself for these things? I don't know. I am currently having a discord in my mind. I take it seriously. It really damages my life.

Then one of the writers, Yanza Chanel sent some pictures which actually did not relate to anything—meaningless. However, they were so funny that I laughed. Some of them were memes and jokes, but still, that made my day, even though it is totally ruined the time I woke up.