I can't take it

Angst. Angst. Angst.
Been a little to much of it lately if you ask me.
And I can't shake this nausea.
I'm tired all the time, and so restless at the same time.
I want to sleep but I don't dare to.
Tomorrow I'm working somewhere new, so I've got anxiety because of that of course.
Mostly I just want to crawl under my bed and never ever crawl back out again, just lie there in the dark with the dust and cry cry cry cry.