Sometimes I wonder about the point of life. I go to work every day knowing that this is not what I want to do with my life. But the thing is, I do not know what I want to do with my life. So basically, I am wasting my time going through the motions of life. I cannot even do that very well. I am filled with anxiety for the simplest things and require medication a couple of times a day. I eat, do chores, and live a repetitive life with no meaning every day. I am taking up space and wasting people’s time when it is clear that they do not really care. I am often alone with the prospect of every evening and every weekend by myself. I think that someday I will be living my dreams as a writer but I am just fooling myself. I am just like everyone else that thinks that one day they will be a movie star or pop singer. I know that I am living an unrealistic dream. Really, what is the point?