Tired. Done.

I am not sure where I'm supposed to start. At the top would make it too long and miserable. The middle seems good for now. I have so much going on in my life right now and at the same time, so much going wrong that I wish I were somewhere else. Stressed and worried and afraid all at once. Its beginning to show on the outside. As I type this, my eyes are closing because I've had only 4 hours sleep yet its only mid afternoon. But when it comes to night time, I just can't fall asleep. Tired and wounded inside. Emotionally drained. I need an escape route, a way out of here. Just when you think you couldn't get any happier, the ceiling comes crashing down on you. It always picks me. I'm the one it always falls on. So tired, I think i'm done.