I never have the time for myself and everytime I come back, everything just seemed to be wrong. Everything seems so useless and pointless. Like the presence of me coming back home is not welcomed by anyone. I never have the right amount of sleep and I've been restless for the past weeks. I always seem to be a failure in everyone's eyes; especially in my own eyes. A sadness that overwhelms me. Everytime I close my eyes I just feel so..... helpless.
Everything is so jumbled up in my very fucked up mind.