Person VS self : The struggle with laziness

It was the day of the final exam, and I sat at my desk, staring at the paper in front of me. My hands felt cold, and my heart raced—not from nerves, but from the regret that washed over me. I could smell the faint scent of paper in the air, and I noticed the ticking of the clock in the corner of the room, its sound growing louder with each passing second. I had promised myself to study weeks before, but the days slipped away, and I had done little. Instead of opening my books, I spent hours scrolling through my phone or watching random videos. Now, sitting in the exam room, I realized how unprepared I was. The questions seemed so difficult, and I couldn’t remember half of what I was supposed to know. My mind felt foggy, and I struggled to focus. The silence around me felt heavy. I heard the soft rustling of papers from other students, some scribbling away confidently while I sat there frozen. My pen felt unusually heavy in my hand. I could almost taste the bitterness of regret on my to...