Currently, I'm waiting on a response from my school before I finish the last requirement and I go to print everything out, but the rushing on the first day did terribly for my mood.
I'd say it's a mix of different factors. The nature of the problem was that I had two (actually, two and a half) weeks to fulfill a bunch of requirements for a job application. It didn't need to involve having three of the five required be finished in the first day after returning home.
On one hand, I want to figure out how much I've improved since I've started writing four years ago, but going back to read my old stories (or god forbid the fanfic I wrote) would give me a cringe-induced heart attack.
The main themes are self-discovery and its subsequent self-actualization, meant to mirror how the author is kinda lost right now and would rather write an eighteen year old's journey through a world than find ways to better himself.
Not a question, but do tell Orby they've got it going on. That's a face I know would never give me up, never let me down, never run around, and never desert me.
I simultaneously work well and terribly while on pressure—it's a coin toss as to which, or if both. But what I do hate is getting rushed through things when I have plenty of time to do work.
What did happen to your old account? I remember hopping on in my old account a year or so ago and seeing everyone's names having changed to "Representing ___".