Sometimes I wonder what’s the point of life? We live to stress about money, jobs, hwhat clothes you have..but in the end, nothing you could possibly own will mean anything. Are we wasting time by having just a minimum job at a retail store? I feel like life is bs kinda. Like I was taught wrong. My bf said the point of life is to “have sex & reproduce”, what happens if I’m not having sex at all, am I just wasting space basically. I want to make a difference..and i feel like that should be what lifes about..make it a better place. I want to help kids who are depressed..but i cant even help myself. When I die, I don’t want to just be some name on the ground everyone walks on, & forgets after a week. Everytime I get a burst of positivity, I feel like everyone shuts me down when I say I want to help people. I’m sick of seeing everyone settle for less, I don’t want to be one of those people saying I wish I did this, or that. My minds a mess with things I don’t get. Blah.