I thought I had a reason, but soon after my teenage years gone by, I realized there wasn't any. For years I've suffered depression and loneliness, I thought maybe once I'm done with puberty, maybe I'll find a reason to keep going. Look where I am now that I'm an adult; lost and not having an ounce of optimism or motivation.
I could live for another 60 years but what's the point of that if I'm just gonna do my little job and eat my little food to pass the day? I could live like that every single day for the rest of my life, but it's pointless, without reason, and completely unnecessary.
Live for the purpose of enjoying life? Live for the arts, for the sake of making things? It's not worth it if the world is such a shitty place, and it has always been a shitty place. Humans exist just for the sake of existing, everything we do will turn to ashes one day; when the sun grows larger and eat away the Earth. That's how insignificant our lives are, and the truth is that we had no reason to begin with.
I keep waking up everyday, hoping to find a reason but by night time, I can't find any. Repeat this process the next day, and the day after that, and again, and forever until the end of my time.