i'm obsessed and stressed with this mess

'I can't think of things
To write down, to type down
And these fingertips are moving faster than these lips
So you can only imagine how jealous my mouth is'

That's exactly how I feel,
maybe not the part where my mouth is jealous but the rest of it seem to be right on the money.
Even if i could write,
it doesn't seem to satisfy me.
Instead, I'm disappointed in myself cause I know I could dish some better things out.

When I woke up this morning I felt awfully vulnerable,
like anyone, (even people who don't matter) could get to me from miles away...
Then, I was walking to class this morning and I caught myself not knowing how to breath.
As if something so natural has turned into some kind of horribly long math equation that took a large amount of time to get.

I feel so out of beat,
as if I'm slipping from sanity...


HELP.