You’ve been stealthily tip-toeing around your assignments all week.

And now it's all due tomorrow, and you feel like the weight of the world is on your shoulders.

But you know deep down that it’s somewhat your fault.

You’re trying to decide where to start, but it’s all so overwhelming.

But, since you basically have to now, you decide to buckle down and motivate.

…or at least try and appear studious. I mean, actions speak louder than words, right?

But not as loud as the obnoxious people in the library who are distracting you from fake-studying.

You decide to reward your fake-studying with five minutes of social media, which ultimately ends up meaning about an hour of browsing through every form of social feed you have.

At this point, you’ve been in the library far too long and decide to get some laundry done. I mean, that’s productive, too, right?

And now that you’re in your room, you might as well make use of your desk. But after an hour of trying to focus, you end up hopelessly distracted by everything.

Now that you’ve wasted even more time, you decide to honestly try to accomplish something, but your mind is a jumbled mess.

You realize it’s getting late and start to panic. Naturally, you start worrying that you won’t graduate.

I mean, why couldn’t you have just been born with an awesome talent? All your problems could have been solved so easily if you were famous.

Or maybe if you married rich…

But then you remember the likelihood of that happening.

And now it’s seriously getting late, and you’re thinking about the all-nighter you’re about to pull.

Might as well get some snacks; it’s going to be a long night.