Today's OneWord: Accurate

Accurate
by Belinda Roddie

To call me a mega procrastinator who had too many ideas and actually plenty of time, but not the actual capacity to execute on said ideas and properly utilize any of said time, and who also spent most of that time either distracting themself from their inevitable death or wallowing in that rather enticing existential dread? Yeah. I'd said such an accusation is fairly fucking accurate.

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