Suddenly filled with such a sense of dread. What's going to happen?

WHAT is life about? I can't live it.

Maybe i should just end this.... Yes, i should end this.

What exactly is the whole damn point of living? What do you bring with you when you die? Not material possessions, not friends, not education, not wealth, not love. But nought.

Why do we live to study, if not to work. Why do we work, if not to acquire wealth. Why do we acquire wealth, if not to live comfortably. Why do we live comfortably, if not to die anyway.