I should have been someone by now. I should be able to stand on my own two feet. i should feel secure in the space i take up. I got disappointments scattered across my bedroom floor. A couple days ago i cried while filing out job applications, I am running out of time, this type of anxiety is new. I would say I am all burned out but that alludes there was a flame to begin with. If there is a light at the end of the tunnel I cannot see it. They say nothing lasts forever but i cannot remember a time when my existence did not feel like an inconvenience.