I feel so drained. I don't know what I'm doing anymore. Sometimes, I don't even know why I'm alive. It gets harder everyday to find that one reason to wake up in the morning. I don't greet a new day with optimism or expectancy anymore. I have nothing to look forward to. I feel as if I'm a robot programmed to do the same routine day in and day out. Nothing is new. I feel like there is always something holding me in place and I can't move forward nor backwards. I hate this. But most of all, I hate me.