the online diary of The Big-minded

too much

I know I am logging in with some depressing shit recently but I'm not really in that Gucci mind space right now, got it?

Why can't life slow the fuck down? I have so much things to worry about and yet so little time to do it. I don't even know what the fuck I'm doing yet, Jesus! I feel like I'm hurling myself into a freaking brick building at "slow motion" when reality, it's all happening at .25 seconds while I'm watching it happen right before my fucking eyes. I don't have enough time. I need more time. I have no more time left.

So much things need to be done, but I don't have the time to do them. I don't even know what I'm doing. I don't have enough time to make a game plan. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know anymore. I need more time. I'm failing, I'm falling. Fucking help?? I need help. I need more time. Give me more time. I can't relax; there's​ no time to. No time to complain either. I'm failing, I'm dying, help me.