I feel so stressed...
I feel so drained...
I don't know what to do next, when to do it and lastly, how to do it.
Sometimes, I think I'm just wasting my time making myself feel at ease even when I'm on the verge of breaking down. Is what I'm doing really worth more than what its causing me?
Sometimes, I think of the things I'm doing. Am I doing this for myself? Or I just want other people to accept me? Or I just don't want my family to get disappointed?
Sometimes, late at night, I wonder why out of the blue I just felt like crying. I did, but the eerie feeling won't go away. I don't even know where it came from.
I just feel like what am I doing here? I feel so lost. I started questioning my will but it goes down to my sense of "belonging". I don't know where to go to when I'm tired, stressed, or just want to be myself.
