Can tomorrow just never come?

And I don't mean that in a good way. I just don't have the life in me to go to work tomorrow and keep doing this living thing the way I'm supposed to. It's just not going to work out. I'm depressed to the point of exhaustion, and everything is just too overwhelming right now. Plus, to top it all off, a wonderful friend of mine triggered my social anxiety that I normally keep buried at the bottom of the barrel because that's one more problem I can hide with fake cheeriness if I try. But no. It decided to rear its ugly head today and make me feel even worse and I just don't want to deal with anything. But I don't want to sleep because I don't want time to pass because it will only bring me closer to having to work and I just don't want to deal with anyone. My anxiety's to the point where it's not even large groups, even talking to someone or seeing their face would probably have me in tears right now and all I can ask myself is why am I such a fuck up now, I was fine before. Really. I'm such a weakling now. I used to be so much stronger than this, not nearly as pathetic and worthless. And now I have nothing to boast except how extraordinarily useless I am.