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I am at one of those points again. Why do I put effort into anything anymore? My life is a house of cards on a slanted table. You might get a few levels to stand up, but eventually the whole thing will crash. There is really no purpose in my existence anymore. I get out of bed every day, get dressed, drone around work, come home, and go to sleep. I make no impact on anybody's life. I'm like a worker ant, hard working, but expendable.