Just end this already. I am miserable. Gone were the days when all I had to care for was the next school deadline. Now... I have to worry about how many hours of sleep I get a day, where and when I am going to eat my next meal and how on earth I'm going to get to class each day - if and when I have work on the same day and time. I have to worry about what excuse I'm going to give my friends to let them down easy for not being able to go out with them. It is not due to the lack of desire to meet up... But ultimately it all boils down to my being stretched out to thin. There are only so many hours in a day and I require a fixed amount of sleep. I am so utterly frustrated that I can't do everything. I feel so incapable, so meek. I expected more from myself. I thought my life would take off from the moment I got employed, and accelerate even more when I started school, but it seems like all this is keeping me from living. I feel as if I'm slowly slipping out of existance. Further into the depths of solditude. Away from the things and people I love the most. What use is a productive life, if you don't care for what you're trying to produce. Sure, I want a chance to grasp at my dreams. But I never thought that chasing them would turn me into this, a bitter soul-less robot, always bitching and moaning. What use are dreams for the future...if your not even sure that your going to live tommorow.