like french toast or mittens

I seem to plan out every second of my day. have to be here, have to finish this. a day for me isnt 9-5 its usually about 8-10. i guess thats my comfort. the madness has become comfortable...like french toast or mittens. knowing where i am supposed to be at all times makes me feel like im not just living to die. it makes me feel like im doing something with my life, even tho at the end of the day i still have nothing to show for it. im just waiting for the day that i collaps, because of all the pressure im putting on myself.
im waiting for myself to collaps...yet i cant seem to find time in my busy schedule...to do it.