I'm slowly spiraling and sinking. The tinyest of things are now what I am using to pick myself up and it's the equivalent of crumbs to suppress it. I am slowly getting over encumbered by the weight of everything. I miss my family, I have few to near none friends, I have very little money, nearly no outlook and my hope is a weak flickering flame on a melting candle. When I am at work, I wish to be at home instaed, and when I am at home, I am miserable as there is nothing for me. I want to hit something but I'm not angry, I'm frustrated. When I do focus my mind on something to look fowrad to, that focus and anticipation is more rewarding than when it actually comes and I am further depressed by that sad reality. I don't know how much longer until I break.