I've gotten to a point mentally in which I hope for death as happiness is a feeling I have not experienced in years and will not become within my grasp for even longer. Hope has become more so a pair of bullies playing keep away with me. I cannot get out of this mindset as my job contractually binds me to a life style that feeds into my mindset. I cannot talk about the nature of my work. Suffice it to say, I cannot move, meet new people, do new things, et cetera. I desperately want to have a purpose but I am but a fumbling fool, my future holds no promise. At this juncture I do not want to see my tale continue.