Compass.

I haven't stepped out of my front door in the last two weeks.

There really is nowhere to go. I want to take a bag, pack all my documents, whatever little money I have that is mine and just go somewhere, anywhere that will give a job and live on my own.

For the first time in my life, all options look the same. The happiest option, the saddest option, they're all level. Each of them is followed by a voice in my head asking me "Oh, and then what? And so what?".