Hold on

Haven't yet met a 21 year old kid who worries her head like I do. I might literally die by the tender age of 25 if I carry on this way. I can't help but feel like the responsibilities are stacked on my shoulders. Everything requires money. The relationship needs money. The vitamins the family the basic necessities the bills. Then you question if you were to leave the current job you're in and pursue something slightly less demanding, how you'd cope with the finances. But if you stay, the amount of pressure from the lack of efficiency from the management is way too mother fucking intense and in conjuction with taking a degree in psych x Sociology, it might require a less hectic environment if I want my honours. But my question is, am I then lacking from my peers? Cause yes I'll be out with my degree but not with a legitimate job in psych field. Where will I stand then? 

And the fear of being replaced from everyone. The fear of being inadequate, of people leaving as they chase their dreams. I swear it keeps me up at night. I might go apeshit crazy at this point. I'm literally so close. Am I just bring self centered? Am I making huge demands? What exactly is wrong with Me?  

What do you need Tabatha. What do you need baby girl? You need love you need assurance you need the support? Or do you need an antidote for to remove your intensity as a human being? 

How many fucking times am I bout to get myself to get a grip. But really, for the millionth time, get a hold of yourself gurl. Get a friggin hold of your insanity.