|The revolution will be brought to you|
I honestly don't know what to do with myself. I don't see any point to my hobbies, I don't hang out with friends, and I don't see a long-term future for my nation so what's the point of anything anyway. There's no point to books, podcasts, nice meals, new clothes, etc. I have no idea what I think I'm waiting for, and yet I can't end it, either. The race is lost but I still have to roll down the track to the finish line, as long as it takes, no matter the audience left a long time ago and the lights are out.