So you wake up in the morning and your all alone. You go to work. You pray that no one talks you to because they might ask you something that you just don't have the answers for. And you stare a the screen and all your failures that are stored on it. And finally the end of the day comes and you go home. There you find all your unfinished projects, in reality the only projects you have are unfinished. And your dog would rather chew his bone. The cats done even know you are alive. And the only other person in the house barely acknowledges your presence. You make dinner, take out the trash, put dishes away, spend some time on the computer, go to bed. and repeat, repeat, repeat. You see your life stretched before you. And you realize that all you have to live for are movies that might come out and you just don't really care about them any more, books that you never read any more. You have no friends and your family has better things to do that to spend time with you. If you disappeared tomorrow, some people might wonder what happened to you but within 3 months it would be as if you never existed. You are a non-entity. A space filler.