For days now, I have been wondering why I'm left so unbalanced. My mind and soul feel a glass of water knocked off a side table. I did a bit of research just to find out exactly why I was feeling this way and concluded that its likely burnout. I feel absolutely depleted and shattered. I have had terrible thoughts about life. I've been in states of despair and hopelessness. I have considered and rationalized options that will disappoint people in my life. I am just so exhausted; thinking just feels like torture. I would happily be snow white if someone gave me an apple. To be in deep slumber and to wake up to all my dreams come true; sounds like bliss. 

My nausea, It creeps in unexpectedly. I feel faint on my planet without gravity. Unallowed to fall. Unallowed to throw up. Can't empty my stomach,  I empty my heart. My tears flow but  float away where no one sees. My nausea hit, and the cycle begins once more.

  Maintaining everything in my life feels like I'm breaking my spirit; I'm scared I'll become some mindless drone, slowly rusting away from the mundane day-to-day life. 

Feeling lost. I'm losing myself. I don't really know where to go from here. I don't feel loved by a majority of people; I'm tired. 

Sorry, right now, I'm too fragile to even think about it. I'll be emotionally unavailable for some time. I'm pretty tired. My life isn't just about this, you know. I need time for myself and the things real life requires me to do. Don't worry, though; in the back of my mind, I still care. Well, I'll keep trying to.

 I'm so tired of trying to make sure everything is fine.

  Thanks for trying. I appreciate that. I kept it at that. I was a fool for thinking that was enough.

I hate being alone, but sometimes I feel like have no choice in the matter. 

I feel obligated to say I'm feeling "alright" in my moments of vulnerability because I don't feel secure enough to tell you I'm lonely. To tell you I have issues, that my soul feels unsettled, and that you made a mistake. 

I'm feeling starved. It's affecting me, but I rationalize that it isn't. I don't know.

People's emotions are like an assortment of flowers. Sometimes it's beautiful. Sometimes it's too much. Sometimes it's too little. Sometimes, I feel like I'm floral foam. Flowers jab at me until I feel like I'm crumbling. I want to present a beautiful bouquet, but I can't handle too many flowers at once. I lose pieces of myself, and water runs.