What's the point?
I've got to go through the same hard stuff other people have to go through but I get nothing.
At least other people get stuff. Other people have love. They've got each other. I've got nothing. No one.
I got myself a little kitty trying to have something to love.
I just don't see the point to this pointless, horrible existence.
I wish it would just end because I don't have the guts to end it myself.
What's the point to all this?
I just want to go. I've had enough.
And now I've got to drag my sorry arse out of bed and do it all over again - go to work because if I don't I won't be able to afford to pay the rent.
I'm being forced to live an existence I don't even enjoy and just want to die.
At least other people get some pleasure for going to this much trouble.
To me, this is just being forced to go to the same trouble for nothing.
I've had enough - but I've got to keep doing it, otherwise I won't even have money to feed Boo or give him a shelter over his head.
How does life come down to this?
