Workaholic?

These days all I do is work. For the Baileys at home and Westbourne, Hale Enterprises, Nonzero Architecture and the occasional babysitting job. I'm third in the nation this week (again) and catching up to number one in the scholarship race for Hale, but I constantly feel like my life is falling apart. I don't even have enough time to blog, to upload pictures. When does Aline not have enough time for pictures? My health is fucked up (I can't remember the last time I excercised), my sales job still scares me, I'm fucking up my relationship and I think there are fleas in my bed from Pounce. No, that's not all. I'm liking my schedule for next year less and less. I should have taken biology instead of chemistry- I don't know what I was thinking. Most of all, I don't know what to do about Alex. Everything fucking sucks on the inside even when it looks so wonderful to everyone else. They expect so much from me. I want to lay down and rest but I can't. Help? I have to make some more phone calls, set up some more appointments.