I live alone, I barely talk in my daily life, I hate my job, I don't have any friends, my colleagues hate me, I have nobody to ask me how I am doing, I don't have anyone to talk, when I got sick, nobody even knows this. Don't get me wrong, I am not in depression. I don't have bad feelings. But I don't know where things are going. I am not sure if things will be good for me. Every day is same shit. I don't even want to wake up to start my same shitty day. I am not seeking for happiness or something good but I cannot feel anything. I can't remember the last time I laughed. I can't remember the last time I enjoyed something. What is the point then. If I will never be able to feel something, what is the point of the fucking life?