So tired. So lonely. So horribly crushed by the unintended weight of so many tomorrows.
God, can I unload to you now? Please accept this, what I have to give you, my thoughts and fears and dreams and hopes and wishes and desires and everything else... how can I function with all of this weight, the weight of life and of living? I want to hide away from it all.
But I can't. So can I give it all up, hand it over to you instead?
I don't want responsibility for all of this crap, for managing it, directing it to the best of my ability... I get torn constantly between this future and that, this relationship and the next, these dreams that may be mine but may be others' instead. What am I, who am I to choose where this life will take me?
Playing God is a dangerous thing, but everyone does it every single day with their own lives... no wonder people consider their lives screwed up. They're the ones running it.