I don't know what's stressing me out the most anymore:
Is it the fact I could cry and/or fly off the handle at the tiniest thing?
That I'm sick and I don't know why?
That I have no idea how on earth I am going to get all my work done over the next few weeks?
The fact that . . . no. I can't even go into that one again. It just hurts too damn much, even a couple of weeks down the line.
Or is it just all of it? Why is it that all the shit always decides to crap on you all at once? It's always a big shitty fucking mess and there doesn't seem to be a way out of it.