Overwhelmed

He said it better than I could. Stressed and overwhelmed. I'm finally in a good relationship; I'm not in love, but I'm happy. And now it's going down the shitter. Age is nothing. Work won't consume every ounce of time we have. There's too much. I can't deal with it all. I have to not only solve my problems, but all my friends. Because I care too goddamn much. I HAVE to make sure they're happy above my own happiness. Fuck this. He already saw my scars, why not add a few more? Whats one or two when there's already quite a few. Back to sanitarium, please. Lock me up.