I have a two-week breaking point. For 14 days I go through the motions: emotionless. For a fortnight of time, I am indifferent to all things.
Yet on that 15th day I snap, bringing my composure down as well.
On the 15th day, I resort back to a shell of dependency, hunkering away in isolation with nobody to depend on. I become a nail made for a wall, but with no wall to go into. My sole purpose is hopeless and my ambitions crushed.