empty...

if there was one word that could describe the place i'm at it's empty...i feel i have nothing left to give, nothing left to say (like anyone listens anyway), and no reason to keep going on....in my mind i know this is temporary, how temporary has become questionable (now month 16) but it will come to an end - its the not knowing when.  every day i just ask for it to be over, selfishly asking i'm sure, but i'm just so....well, empty.
you would think there would be some ounce of fulfillment, something to smile about, some small gratifying moment...there's not...the breaks don't help anymore, just a greater dread of what i have to come back to and a deep despair of when i'll get away again...