What really the point of living? I think this is a question everyone kinda asks, I want to know the answer though life is so tiring and boring why do we have to go through with it? Why do I have to be so sensitive to everything? I'm sick of this life but I'm not going to end it. My religion says that's not allowed I'm not that in tune with it but I do think it's beautiful I just feel too exhausted to do anything. I can't really tell of i'm sad like this everyday or what it's kind of periodic and random just a few extra lightweights tip the scale and I'm crying hysterically again. I kinda feel like Sheila Birling it's a random reference bit we're doing it in english rn. Parents are annoying they keep telling you to do things and never listen to what you want to say not fully and then wonder why you don't want to tell anything to them. Theyre the ones that call you sensitive and still they wonder that. They suck ass and them say parenting is hard ok it is but it's harder for me I'm that