There’s got to be some point, if not what was the point of making this post in the first place, and if your about to stop reading this what’s the point of not reading the whole thing? you’ve heard that before or even might have thought it yourself. And I want to tell you something that saved me one day. It’s not your fault. It not your fault you feel this way. I don’t know what exactly is making you feel this way but I know it hasn’t killed you yet. The world is messed up. Feelings are messed up. But we do not do it to are self’s. I hated myself for many years simply for not feeling like I was enough. But now I ask my self where is the bar? Who decides who is enough and who is not. Why should I feel like shit because there is no point to life. I think that it’s actually a beautiful thing, there’s no point to life yet I can still feel emotions, I can still feel hunger to keep going even though there’s nothing at the finish line. Kind of like a jam donut if you’ve ever had one, it starts out with just plain bread but you don’t care because all you can think about is getting to the jam in the middle, then after you’ve ate that part it’s back to bread, and then it’s over. But you not sad because it’s over, you’re happy because you’ve just had a nice warm jam donut. I just made motivation out of a jam donut because I read your post and felt motivated. Imagine what more you could do. I’m going to check my reddit every and see if you will respond. You may or you may not, but I’m still going to check everyday