Damnit I'm confused. Suddenly I dunno what I'm doing. What am I living for? Is there a point of my existence?

In fact, why am I asking myself these questions? Why do I even need the answers to these questions? Does the answers give me the meaning of my pityful existence or something?

Perhaps I'm living so that I can ask myself these questions. How ironic. Lols.

But still, what the hell am I supposed to accomplish in this life of mine. Screw material, screw senses of accomplishment. What the hell am I here for? To use up the world supply of carbon dioxide then fertilize daffodils after I die?

Are these aims of life given since my birth by some superior being?

Or am I supposed to create these aims as I go along in life?

But how am I supposed to create aims when I dun even know what's one aim that I should have?

Ironically, if the latter is true, ain't I making an aim to know the meaning of life?

Whatever, I'm babbling liao. Cyas.