Sugar, We're Going Down
I'm thinking of one of my favorite Fall Out Boy songs "Sugar We're Going Down": "We're going down down in an earlier round and sugar we're going down swinging"

I'm struggling. I'm trying to keep my head above water but I sort of got the feeling that I'm in too deep.

I'm tired. It's the most convenient excuse and alibi but it's also the truest. It's the feeling of fighting the current and then feeling the fatigue and giving up, allowing the water to drown me because it's the easiest option.

I'm deteriorating. I know it.

I'm not the person I was last year and I don't know why.

I don't know what happened that exinguished my flame of passion and drive that once upon a time burned so brightly.

And if I were to leave this place, I don't know where I'm going to end up. At this point, it's not that the place doesn't deserve me but more like I don't deserve this place.

I've lost my anchor. I've lost my will. Once again, I don't know why. I can't put my finger on it but things now aren't the same.

Oh help. I'm in a tailspin and I don't know what to do. I know I better do something before I hit the ground.

Or better yet, do I give up and let myself drown.