Recently I have been thinking whats the point of life, it all leads to death with a path of struggling, sadness, happiness, and whatever else is in store for life. Sure life is great and I enjoy most aspects of life, but recently ive been stuck in this thought cycle thinking about my past and almost how worthless my life has been in a social sense. Never really having too many friends, never had a girlfriend or close relationship with a woman, I feel like everything just comes natural to everyone else, and if i actually try to put my self out there it always ends awkwardly even through work and effort that im trying to put into each of the social situations. Its crazy for me to even think im thinking like this, but life inevitably ends with death, and recently ive been thinking why even bother trying to build myself up when i constantly run into failing and deep down being unhappy with my course of life. Like why even bother If i was dead tomorrow, would it honestly even matter? I would'nt be sad or feel anything, everything would just be over. I dont think I could ever even consider or go through with inflicting myself in that way, but how ive been thinking recently has been scarring me and sounding more and more promising.