Who cares anyway?
Procrastination. And maybe cure the lack of ambition.
Ditto. Ain’t it a bitch?
So many to choose from.
Procrastination, Fear of Confrontation, Indecisiveness, Over-thinking. Hmmm.
Let’s ditch the indecisiveness. I can always work on the procrastination later.
Patience. I need more of it.
I’m a compulsive spender. I’d like to be better with money.
Rage.
Better time management skills.
Jealousy
O-erweening ambition.
Richard III and the Morningstar have nothing on me.
I’d like to pick up some temperance. Anything from eating, to drinking, drugs or sex, I have a tough time saying “no,” or even “when” to. I have no idea how I’m not fat, drunk, syphilitic and strung out in some alley. Sheer lick.
I should think so. I mean, geez, how long did you spend looking for that six-fingered man? How’d you ever manage to keep angry all those years?
A guess? or a typo?
Definitely procrastination. I could make amazing progress on my other personal goals if I didn’t spend so much time putting them off.
I needs me some sticktoitiveness.
I never finish things. I might not even finish
Hehehe…purely unintentional. At least, as far as my conscious mind knows. Could be those engrams acting up again.
I would like to be thicker-skinned.
Then I would post more… 
I’ll join the chorus and say procrastination.
I would like to be habitually tidy, please.
I’ll take willpower and focus and sheer stamina.
After that genie was done with me, I’d love to work hard, I’d love to work out, and I’d looove to eat nothing but lettuce.