Feeling like a peice of shit. Questioning life and the point of it, it all feels like such a waste. You spend your whole life trying to survive only to die, most likely from a slow miserable death due to health issues. You make memories simply to forget them as you age, you work hard to make money that you hope can help you live a more comfortable life and provide you luxuries or atleast the bare essentials only to die with nothing. You try and make friendships only to have your trust and faith in them broken. You pull yourself out of bed and tell yourself things will get better only to find out that you yourself are just a liar. So once again, what's the point? I don't see one.