Am I a lair?

As it turns out, I'm bad at keeping promises, mostly to myself. Making a short story should not be so hard, yet I put other responsibilities on top of them. Like editing for others and other day to day interactions. I'm not a busy person right now, yet I always find an excuse for something. Why I do this, why I do that; It's like... a voice in the back of my head and it tells me not to do something and I comply with it. Either I'm bad with promises of things to come or I've always been a terrible liar. I feel like both sometimes, ya know?
I think it's stress or the lack of a mindset.
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This is why I don't like deadlines; They stress me out. So instead of blurting out gibberish, I'm going to say 'when', It gets there, instead of saying, 'when', it will.

I hope this makes sense.
Horse, out.