Lately, I've gotten very tired of and bored with my life. Being the overthinker that I am, I have wondered what the hell the point of living is...not because I'm depressed or unhappy, just because I see no point to this mind-numbingly circular and monotonous pattern that high school has put me in.

I'm a year away from college, most likely at Rice University, so I'm hoping that the "real world" will be better and have some sort of point.

It's not strange to wonder why we should live or die...it's strange to be so dense as to think that nobody wants you alive, that you shouldn't be alive, that nobody else feels exactly the same way, or that you'd be any better off dead.