For the past few months I've been wondering why I'm still alive. It seems as though I'm just another blank person without conscious thought or feeling just looking out from a dull and empty persona. I'm not sad or angry, just apathetic, bored and lonely - feeling grey. I'm wondering what the point of my struggling/pain/suffering is - why not just cease my existence and avoid living a meaningless life. There is no point to all the running around and trying to get help and working on finding a point when there is none. Just in one of those places I tell myself - but it goes a lot deeper than that - it's to where I have no reason for living.