Living each day to the next.

I'm beginning to suffocate, I can feel the blood start to pulse through my body, its all starting to obviate. With the world spinning beneath my feet, I'm constantly preparing myself for the next thing to do, something that just keeps me complete. Palpitating heart, Trembling hands, my vision starts to fall apart. I plan each day to live for the next, when something falls through, I start to question every little thing. I'm crumbling, I've cut deep into my foundations, tumbling.