Oh, Procrastination. You have been a dear friend of mine for many years. I forget the first day that you settled down beside me and encouraged me to take time to myself.

“You do not spend enough time on yourself,” You told me. I believed you. You fed me lie after lie until you controlled my every move.

I would get ahead in life only for you to pull me back and remind me that I was being too hard on myself.

“There’s no reason to get ahead. Not when you are already doing so well.”

Procrastination, there was a time when my life was not ruled by your jurisdiction. There was a time when I was the lawmaker over my own existence. There was a time when you were not the dictator of my being, my actions, my life.

I used to jump on projects and beat the deadline by days - weeks if given the chance. I had it together back then.

I should have never fallen into a relationship with you. I should have backed out and turned away, but the moment your name crossed my lips it was as if I had claimed you. You became mine and I became yours.

We had a good run, me and you. You would keep me up until 1 AM painting stories in my head, never letting me realize that you were the fog that clouded my mind when I sat down to write a story. You were the itch between my shoulder blades that begged me to move when I opened my textbook. You were the voice lulling me to sleep when I knew I should head to the gym.

Procrastination, I am sick of your games and your lying ways. I have grown and yet you have remained static. I have goals and all you have are missed opportunities and a growing list of people that you have let down.

You aren’t good for me anymore.

I am going places in life. I have people who rely on me and things I’d like to achieve. If I stick around with you… well, I will never reach that next bridge. In fact, I’ll probably burn down the one I’m currently crossing.

Procrastination, I don’t know how else to tell you this, but, we’re through. I have had enough of how you behave.

All you have ever done is wreck havoc in my life and I was too blinded by the fleeting happiness you would bring me to see what you were doing.

I think you should see other people. Or better yet, you might need to take a look at what you are and change your ways. You are toxic, Procrastination. I will not stand for your negative presence anymore.

I know it may be hard and we may have relapses at times but it’s time for you to move out. You aren’t welcome here anymore.

My mind is not your home, my life is not your oasis, my existence is not your playground.

Procrastination, you are banished from my residence. You can pack your bags, your weak-will, and your distractions and take them far away from here.

Procrastination, I’m breaking up with you. But before you go around telling people lies, I’d like to set one thing straight. It’s not me, it’s you.