Warning: This is going to be a "woe is me" thread, so now is your chance to skip my drivel.

I've had that feeling today. That whole "what's the point?" It happens a lot. And I generally end up concluding that there is in fact no point.

I mean, we are born, we live a bit, we die. Nothing will change that. Factor in some (a lot of) depression and that whole living bit really isn't that fun.

I have to wonder if any of this is even worth it. Really nothing seems to improve...if it does it's only ever temporary. And then it always comes back to this. Every ****ing time.

Do I have to live through this again? Really?