Nothing has any meaning any more. 10 hour work days has made everything meaningless. Having to sacrifice everything for honor of a paycheck has made everything pointless.

All I am is a corpse at the bottom of a pile. My existence is pointless except as a commodity to the rich. My friends don't care, my family don't care, the only pity I get is from strangers online.

I feel nothing and nothing brings me joy and what meager distractions are only passing because I have to be made to go back to work. Any moment of lucidity where I can question the hell I am is immediately replaced my despair at my inability to do anything, times up, go back to work.

I hate everything. I wish I could kill myself. I just end up getting worse. I just lose more of myself each day. I am barely more than a lifeless husk.

Death is the only option.