Sometimes I wonder, if life really is worth living. (I don't think I'm suicidal.)

If we, the teenagers, are supposed to be in the most relaxed and best time of our life, then life gets worse as we grow up into the real world. But then, if life gets any worse, what the heck, I don't want to be on earth now.

Did you get my point? As I sit in the library getting my physical self frozen to death, scowling at the bandages on my hands, making it difficult to type, and cursing the com for blocking fanfiction.net and Firefox for being slow, I wonder and ponder my little grey cells to death about what life should mean. The real purpose in life. The real meaning of our existence. (Hope one of those struck a chord with you.)

Sigh.