I don't know how to explain it but... I don't always FEAR things being incomplete.

Sometimes I feel like I will be happier if I just finish that last chapter or that last cookie. I feel like I'm denying happiness by not doing so. And it never happens, I don't notice any change in my emotions. And still I never learn. These false promises are hard to fight when you are depressed and would do anything to feel pleasure again.

Other times it's just I think I would get rid of a burden by completing stuff. If I don't I just keep getting reminded by my thoughts that something is not finished yet.