When all else fails

No words needed

Bitter little pill

Anxiety is going to be the death of me

Im so anxious I feel sick, I'm flipping between them and now, now and then and it's killing me
I've tried to stop organising my plan, sorting stuff out but the longer I don't do it the more anxious I become then when I do do it I become even more anxious so I'm anxious when I'm not planning and I'm anxious when I am

I'm scared because I know I don't want this then Im scared because I think I do
I'm exhausted beyond what I thought possible I'm functioning at a level lower than acceptable

I'm so tired I want to sleep to forget to rest to wake up ready to fight this again a I do is fight this but it's never enough fight even when I give more fight than I thought possible I still can't seem to conquer this my most is never enough

It figures as I'm shit at most things I put my hand to so It figures I'm.shit at this too
I need to go to sleep now as I can't see out my eyes properly and my head hurts so much yet I bet I'm awake In a half hour full of his pain and my hurt.