I guess you call this sort of thing vent art.
This happens to me at the start of every semester to some degree or another, but this time it is is particularly bad. I don't know how I'm going to accomplish all the things that I need to so that I will be a good medical school applicant, I don't know how I'm going to pay for things when I cant find a job that fits my school schedule. I have all these choices I have to make and very little idea which ones will lead to the things I want.
I have this inescapable feeling that my life is inevitably heading towards a dead end and that its all going to crash down around my ears and nothing I do can prevent that.