Personal Narrative-Alarming

It’s the incessant needy “BEEEP,” or maybe it’s a song I once really liked, but have now grown a hatred towards. Some days it’s my roommate getting ready to go workout, a bad dream, some times I’m not even sure what it was… But it’s what wakes me up from my magnificent slumber that really irks me.
I set three alarms a night because I’m afraid I’ll sleep through all of them. I end up hitting snooze anywhere from 3 to 10 times a morning. I’ve set alarms for 6:45am, me and my wishful thinking. I’ll then proceed to hit the snooze until 7:45am, maybe even 8am.
It sets the tone to my day.
Every thing being timed.
Be on time. Don’t be late. Allow enough time for this or that.
Time. Time. Time.
I never feel like I have enough to accomplish the things I want to in a day. I end up spreading myself thin, wanting to do so much, and then not allowing myself to do any of those things to the best of my ability. I allow enough “time” to just get each thing done, but it’s never enough.
I want to surpass expectations and be better than “good enough.”
Time is my enemy, but I want more of it.