ive never seen my room looking like it does now .its bured in equipment i spend the day chasing tasks that seem to go no where i feel like a prisoner at times .im doing things but going no wheream i living a good life ? im living but its of little emotional valueemotions i live by are fear axiety rejection lonlyness regret mostly i feel nothing  i am a good person within my walls .i am awear of death alsoand my place in the fleeting time of the universeso i feel this all is pointless also