Kether Diaz
Bio
Don't mind me, I'm just trying to write down my thoughts before my ADHD kicks in and I get distracted by the lovely butterfly-shaped stain on the wall...
Stories (7/0)
On Procrastination
If you have come here looking for a solution to this problem, I'm afraid you won't find one here because I am not there yet myself. Procrastination is a hard thing to deal with, and you usually get it in a bundle along with frustration, guilt, depression, anxiety, stress, among others. As I write this article, I am struggling against it and ignoring the overwhelming amount of other things I should be doing right now. Unless you have experienced procrastination firsthand, it will be hard to understand the extent of the damage it can cause. Therefore I'm here to give you an idea on how it works, and how it feels.
By Kether Diaz3 years ago in Psyche
Keep Walking
I stand up with some effort. My body barely responds and I feel like everything is moving in slow motion. I can still feel the screams coming out of my own throat, and I shiver at the though. But now, strangely enough, I feel calm. I'm in shock, and I know it, and I need to get away from that street before I fall apart.
By Kether Diaz4 years ago in Horror
Water Bottle
I entered the classroom a little bored. Today we were revising a few things in order to prepare for the final exam and, even though I was a little worried about my recent productivity, I simply didn’t feel like listening to the teacher. She was really intelligent and I usually liked her lectures, but today, I just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep. I want to clarify I was not depressed, I was just not in the mood.
By Kether Diaz4 years ago in Horror
A Social Critique Over Tacos
I work part-time in a local Mexican restaurant near my house, (No, it's not Taco Bell, we serve real tacos here) and since I'm a student and most of my classes are in the morning, I usually work in the evenings. This means that I constantly have to deal with the creepy costumers that hide during the day and only come out at night. On this note, let me tell you about a rather unfortunate experience, and my thoughts on it.
By Kether Diaz4 years ago in Journal
I Shatter
I close my eyes. The alarm just went off, but now the room is silent again. The morning sun crawls slowly on the floor, warming the place. In what looks like a few moments, it reaches the end of my bed. My feet start heating up. It feels good. Another moment passes by. It feels bad.
By Kether Diaz4 years ago in Poets
