Sometimes I feel that my life has no purpose, no meaning. Why should I go on if everybody is gonna die someday? I will die, and everybody that loved me, and everybody that I loved will die. The places that I liked will change, the houses where I lived at will disapear. And every tear that I dropped, every night that I couldn't sleep, every nightmare that I had will all be in vain. I see a dark road in front of me and I think I'll never be able to be happy again. I have no God to guide me, no hope, no deam. I'm completely lost and confuse. The world seems so unfriendly. I think that everybody hates me, but, above all, I hate myself.
Why should we live if the end is inevitable and life is so painful? Please, give me an answer...
Lila.
