God.

Jesus.

Help. Please.

I feel like I'm on the verge of hitting a panic attack...I don't want this...I don't want to be responsible for this.

What have I walked myself into?

God I just hate myself.

I'm looking for the humor in everything...would you mind helping me to look and find it?

"I've been breaking my back... yeah,
only to show You,
how very lost one can be,
And bitterness fires through me.

The brilliance that was
is flickering cold,
slowly burning to ash.
I'm choking on pride,
I'm closing my eyes,
'till one day I'm scared to go back."

-

"Bret's Day" - Flight Of The Conchords

Is there an action or reaction I can take that will not leave me feeling full of guilt and confusion?

Too much to ask mayhaps?