theres apart of me that never feels "safe" it feels like any day could be my last one!

like i fully expect something in my life to snap and for me to end up homeless/dead.

and then theres the looming pressure of *everything* and ah! i feel like its killing me!

i know its just my fucked up brain but some days i swear, the energy it takes to stand up just isnt worth it.

i feel so burned out, so over it, just, done, i just want to hide.