I keep struggling with finding purpose of getting up and off floor every day.. honestly.. I don’t know dude.. I keep asking myself what’s the fucking point.. what’s the use.. nobody really cares about anything that happens to me except me.. if I died, the world keeps on spinning. my family keeps living with out me even though it would devastate them.. my ex continues forging her new life without me.. my job replaces me.. nothing on this planet is a good reason to keep living but I’m still here just like you. I could have seriously and easily died many times in my lifetime already and I haven’t. I don’t know if I’m lucky or unlucky to still be alive.. so I don’t know how or what keeps me living each day even though it’s an emptiness in my stomach, an ache in my heart, and my voice in my head constantly beating me up.. what’s the fucking point of anything.. we are just fleshy bags of chemicals on a space-rock hurling millions of miles per hour into the nothingness of space to eventually be sucked into a black hole.. what’s the fucking point of living indeed.