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i have planned my life up until i leave with no room for alterations. it's ultimate procrastination. months and months of it. i'm putting off getting into anything serious, putting off getting a real job, putting off reading my ever-growing list of books, putting off writing my zine or editing my short story or making confrontations or fixing things with people or breaking things to fix them later. because it's exams then france then Serious Year of Study then sitmyexams decidemyfuture and from there, i don't know. but i'm putting off committing to anything and everything until that point.