Endings

I just don't see the point. I walk through my sham life, pretending to be something, someone, I don't know. I feel disconnected from everyone. My job is just a place to go away from the four walls of my room. My room is just a place to rest between work. Sometimes I think of just selling everything I have, or giving away what I can't sell, until it's just me, alone. Pay off my debts, land just ... disappear ...