It started in seventh grade. Or at least I think it did. Maybe it went back even further but this was the oldest example I could think of. You’ll know what ‘it’ is later.
No... Hell no... It’ll be a cold day in Orlando before I voluntarily pick up a book and read through blocks of text.
Time and time again, I've watched myself let days slip away. I'd have things in mind to do but fail to actually get it done.
So I'm going to tell you guys a story...