sitting at work

and my ears won't pop.but I can breath through my nose, and my throat isn't hurting.waveson a rise, and then a fall.Ok one minute, then the next I wish I could screamSCREAM!This emptiness, a hollow inside, that feels slightly sea sicka sadness, that numbs everything else.where even the best moments don't feel quite rightand nothing tastes good anymore.wondering where people are? where do we meet people? how can we find someone.everin this world, there is no certainty, there is brief moments of understanding and then darkness againand there is consumption.I get the feeling the desire to buy things deminishes.this so called retail therapy is not of use to me.grump.