above and beyond

Days like these make me hate my entire life. From one misfortune to another. Every predicament was expected because it happened gradually, but what seems so off about the whole thing is that all my worst fears transpired over a single day. Maybe what they say to me is true, "you are what you attract". These days, I'm just a pile of trash being thrown around by the September wind. I can never be calm unless my opposing forces make me, or I'm like my broken case wherein some of its buttons are missing. 

I'm just getting tired of living nowadays. 

I mean, my contradicting side tells me, "Don't we all?"

That's true since every person has to fight their own battles and decide for their own.

But would it sound selfish of me to say that I don't care about other's situations? Because they're not entirely mine in the first place. How would that help me?

I'm getting stressed out from the things that happened over weeks ago. I can't help it since it piled up (and unforgivingly continues to pile up).