Day of crap

This was supposed to be the best weekend ever. I cried through it, literally there's so much crap being thrown at me, so much stress, so much pressure.

Then came monday, when I'm supposed to sort through all of the crap and make it better. Of course, though it all just gets ten miles of shit worse.

I'm completely exhausted, I feel drained emotionally, mentally, physically- drained in all of the ways that you can be. It's literally like I'm a flannel and someone's squeezed all of the water out of me so all that's left is this limp, slightly moist fluffy disgusting thing.

I'm just so tired of the fear, and the worry. I'm tired of the huge, never ending list of things that I have going.

I'm so overwhelmed it's almost unbearable. Somehow though, I'm managing to cling on to the barest edges of my sanity, and I'm getting on with everything- I'm sorting through my brain, and I'm trying hard not to pin resentments and anger down. It's so easy to, though.

Still trying anyway.