Done......

Burnt out... Fried.... Cooked... Baked... None of these words can truly put together what I feel inside... My heart is torn every which way and my mind with it. I don't know what to do, where to go, how to feel.... My brain feels like it's been sitting on an overheated radiator in the middle of summer. I don't want to go to school, or work, or out of the fuckin' house for that matter. I feel everything crashing down around me... I'm tired of putting up the face of a happy muthafucka. It's starting to sicken me. I'm starting to detest even smiling. I can't take it.... I'm tired... I'm done...