You did good a job in the beginning by demonstrating your life pictures and journals, a pity it seems that you have converted all you have been doing into a sole journal of you work time accumulative, which diminishes the attractiveness.
Robinson marked his days on a beam as you are practising today.
Seems you've been exiled on an isolated island waiting for a rescue vessel that never comes.
Lonesomeness, Darkness arise around you, florescent light cast a milky pale coating on you. Forlorn!
You've got to cheer up and observe the tinest changes of life and enjoy it.
Do you go to church? Pay some attention to it on Sunday.