I hate life. I’m alone. I question reality. I’ve come to the understanding that I’ll never be able to have a relationship with someone or live a “normal” life because of the way I think and feel about reality and the questions we have yet to answer or may not be able to answer about our universe. Along those lines, I seriously doubt or give credit to my consciousness having purpose or meaning. I believe that one day I will give in and let my questioning take hold of an otherwise sane and healthy human being.