Overwhelmed

I can't do this.
Live, be me, be happy and then be wonderful, strong and organised for someone else.

I am ugly, inside and out.
I am messy, I am lazy.

Indecisive to the point of endangerment.

I am not designed for modern living.

I don't want to have to carry you too. You've become my responsibility and what was initially a joy is starting to weigh heavy.