Dancing in my Room

I'm just feeling progressively more and more fed up and frustrated, with life in general.
I'm sick of it. All of it. Just sick of...life these days.
I'm jittery and stressed to the gills, and have essays and presentations and work to do, and I have to keep the smile on my face all the time. I'm just so sick of it all.

There's enough medication in this house that I could overdose. Purposely. It's getting to that.
I just want to scream and sleep and cry and sleep and sigh and sleep and finish whatever needs to be finished because that's how I feel -- like I need to finish a million things and none of them are even close to being done and I'm drowning. Again. And I'm so lonely.
I'm just sick of it all.