We are human. But why are we here, and what are living for? What is the meaning for this thing called life? We are living to die, and dying to live. I don't understand the purpose for all these feelings we feel if one day, we just won't be here anymore anyways. I mean what does it matter that it didn't work out with our high school boyfriend? What does it matter that we don't get noticed by the cutest boy and school and yet we're still in love with him? What does it matter if we're are secretly hurt down inside? We're all going to be gone one day or another. I just don't understand. Why are we living. And why are we here. There has to be a reason.