I'm in a rut with all this tension doing me in. Digging my grave slow and steady it never stops pounding me with the headaches I suffer form because I care. Why must I care? I never used to be this way. Its like these feelings aren't even mine. At the same time I'm glad I care about the things around me, but its such a bother. My head hurts and I think I might want to just stop breathing. The oxygen sickens me.