Alright. I'm not a goth or anything like that, nor do I have any suicidal thoughts or intentions and I never will. However, over the past few weeks, this question has been aggravating me to no end. What is the point of life? I've seen based off many cliched movies and songs that "love" makes life worth living. But how do you know the difference between love and like? I always say "I love you" to my family, and I can't remember when I actually meant it, rather I don't think I've ever had. I don't know how to convey any sort of feeling by saying that phrase. (However, I'm cool with my family. I've got no serious problems in terms of relationships.) Crushes? What defines crushes? The affection of one to another's appearance or personality? How do you know that even if you pursue the girl in the first place that you'll get anywhere? I know that you won't get anywhere simply by doing nothing, but what's the point of doing if you're probably going to get turned off anyways? (This argument in this paragraph is flawed, fyi) Religion. I don't even know where to begin. Half of me believes yet the other doesn't. How can I believe in something that doesn't really prove itself to be real? Miracles? But what defines miracles? Is it an impossible event in a given group of events? For example a regular chicken laying a golden egg. Is it an unlikely event that occurs despite to others' expectation of it occurring otherwise? For example, a patient surviving a cancer removal surgery or Alzheimer's Disease? The half that believes just does so without question. Yet the half that reasons with the existence of the institution believes that it's just a way to calm the masses. I'm so confused as to what is the point of life. The more I ponder upon it, the more I infuriate myself. For the past three years, I've been living with a mask of ambiguity and apathy. My laughs and smiles are fake and forced. If anything, I can hardly show any emotion but frustration.