There is nothing for me here. All my work, all my dreams, are nothing. I sleep dreamless sleep in my bed, just waiting to wake up to the same misery that befalls me. There is no hope. Only despair.

I sometimes feel like I'm a boat in a bottle. Carefully articulated, my details were finely tuned. But, in a bottle, I cannot do what my purpose is. I'm a boat. I sail. And these glass walls envelope me into a tight cylindrical prison of which there is no escape.

It sucks.