There are only a few things in life that really mean anything to me. Summer, good food, reading, her, long talks, sleep. Other than that, I kind of feel like there's really no point. In life. In breathing. In existence. So, basically I'm just wondering if this is it. Is this all there is to life? This is not what I wanted. None of it. I wish I could go back to when I was younger. Everything was happy, perfect. I didn't question these things. I didn't realize that life was really meaningless.