Write about not writing...(It's a start)

My current predicament is that an insatiable need for self degradation is prevailing over my rudimentary confidence. Vigilantly I try to avert the reoccurring, self damning tendency to neutralize achievement with idleness. Observable efforts are made, and dashed. A cursor blinks out of reach for a lifetime. Moving things around feels like progress, but it’s just filling the time with which I should be doing other things. Lying in bed, I break rule number five; I write in my head. I don’t get up. “I’ll remember tomorrow,” I convince myself. I bargain with myself. To acknowledge this folly is to dismiss all other excuses. It’s not the job, the family, school, or lack of time. It’s a subconscious solution to an imaginary problem, and that’s all going to change right now.