I see no point in life. Searching for a meaning, something that makes us happy. And you get to that goal you thought would make you happy. And you have money and a social life. But actually everything is superficial and nothing is real, no moral, since I don't think it exists. I dislike humans, even though I am one of them. I did everything I could, I have money now, I have a social life, a boyfriend. It's all fake. It's sad to think we all do the things we do for selfish reasons. You buy someone flowers so that YOU would feel good. You do something good for your own needs, satisfaction. Before I said it was what it was, and that is how we, humans, exist and live. But it just isn't enough any more. I'm not talking about a moment here. This has been eating me for years now, 10 years to be exact. And finally I've come to an end. I feel numb. And when someone dies, someone whom I have cared for, I accept it, since crying won't bring them back. And so what. I don't have anything to literally die for. Something so beautiful and strong and worth dying for. It doesn't exist. I wonder if it ever existed. I would have loved to die of hearth ache, die in an illusion i couldn't live without a certain person or a certain something! But no. We can live through anything since nothing is that meaningful. Judge away.