Wake up, go to work, choke down food I don't enjoy or even particularly taste. Put on a ******** smile and pretend I'm not dying by degrees. I feel like such a failure. I've isolated myself into irrelevance. Even my 12year old son is too busy to see me. I'm a nuisance or an ATM depending on the day. Habit is the only thing that gets me out of bed. I do what I do because that's what I did yesterday. No drive, just inertia.