The Mysteries of My Life.

Ugh... I've got this feeling inside and I don't know how to describe it... it isn't agony, and yet it's still painful. It isn't sadness, yet I do somehow feel sad. It's... a mystery feeling, really. It's impossible to describe. Whenever I close my eyes, I don't remember the world around me as it is; everything becomes out-of-proportion until I open it again. I look to myself as a tiny part, while everything around me is large and insurmountable. Is this security (or rather, the lack thereof) of my inner person? And then there's the matter of never being able to do what I need to. It isn't lack of motivation per se, since even when I AM motivated, it's very difficult for me to do things at times. I have no clue whatsoever as to what the problem is. I don't even know where to begin looking anymore. I'm clearly in self-conflict, yet I have no idea how to make the situation any better, or even if it can be. I'm not sure what to make out of all of this, and I'd love it if I could find some way to get rid of these problems so I can just live a decent, productive life where I don't have to worry about any of my issues getting in the way of life.