Anxiety

I was so late to office. My boss wanted to meet me and I was not there. I feel sick. 
I somehow reached in 15 mins...but the stress, the anxiety. It's killing me. I really want to die at times. Simple reason being I just can't get on with my life like this. I don't feel like doing anything. However, there are bills to be paid. I want to just sit down and sleep. Or just go somewhere peaceful where I can sit down and sleep. My entire life just feels like garbage. It's a huge dump of toxic messes.
Can't get away from this feeling.
I feel so trapped. I really can't do what am supposed to do. God help me. If you can.

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