I just don't get it, I don't see the point of life. I have truly terrible organizational skills and I don't see them improving enough anytime soon enough to do me any good. Everyone hates me because I'm a pain I screw up everything I touch. I don't see the point of stressing so much when none of us get out of this thing alive. I just want to read my books, grow my garden and have a shop to work in that's all I want.