I wake up and I'm tired. It takes hours to get myself out of bed just to walk over to my computer and log on for work. Nothing is enjoyable. I watch hours of tv just to pass the time. I sleep 10 or more hours a day just to get to tomorrow. But for what? It'll be the same as yesterday and today. Nothing. I feel so empty, and so blah even though nothing is wrong. Nothing is wrong but I feel so bad. Am I the problem? What's the point of waking up. Of eating, or working, or showering. All I do now is take care of my dog. He's all I have. I've accepted that when he dies I'll kill myself. But idk if I can make it that long. Every day is so bland, and so exhausting, and so hard. And for what? Why?