Tired and uninspired

Everyday is a routine. Work, sleep, run, work.
I've realized that despite being surrounded, I don't have anyone to confide in. My pride in stubbornness yields to nothing and no one, not even my reluctance in the issue. I crave rest and time for myself in these endless days.

My survival and sanity is attributed from artificial highs of caffeine.
This is my life and this is depression settling in.