-Why do people bother going to school/work/etc.?
To pass the time, and sometimes interesting knowledge is acquired.

-Why do people do the things they do?
To pass the time, and for amusement.

-Why should I bother with staying alive?
Amusement.

-What should you and people in general bother with staying alive?
To waste resources; amusement.

You seem to be doing these things well already. I don't see your problem.

It's been going mostly well until some time ago, at which point my mood became mercurial and it's only gotten worse. It might just be because of my lack of sleep. I'm not sure how I keep descending into these periods of maniacal gaming and staying up late. I end up getting only a few hours of sleep.

And then whenever I *am* having fun playing a game, listening to a joke, etc., I always have thoughts drift into my mind like "This joy is fleeting," which is an immediate killjoy.

Assuming life is meant to be enjoyed, what would cause all things to become numb and no longer enjoyable?

Took you long enough.
Life is suffering. Don't want to suffer? Shoot yourself.
Alright, have at thee.
Because they're sheep.
This is so widely contextual I cannot address it very easily. People do all sorts of shit. Mostly because they're stupid. Sometimes because they're smart. Need context.
Do you fear death? Yes? That's why. No? Shoot yourself.
I don't have a gun and I'm too much of a rimjob queer coward to carve out my own liver with a mildly sharp scimitar just yet. Maybe another overdose will give me a good trip to do just that.

Hey, it's Farty. I like that guy. Let's see what he has to say.

PARTY HARD
Probably more ahead than me. I was so far ahead that I dripped off the edge of fuck and fell into the pit of shit. It smells bad. Tastes like shit, too.
Sometimes I squeeze out a deuce THIS big!
Yeah, figured that one out around 7-8 years ago. Too bad I had to go done all fuck it up with paranoia, insanity, and a psychological complex that would rip your sphincter.
"One step forward, five steps back." - US Intelligence Motto
FUCK YEAH PARTY HARD
I'm not going to help you. I'm going to help me by making light the horrible, nightmarish clusterfuck of an existence you have absolutely no idea skirts around the corner of your vision like a prancing whale with antlers in a tutu.
Whoever told you that is probably a lot more rich and well-hung than you are. Put a bullet in their head, steal their junk, and jack their ride.


So, here's the deal. When you shove that half-empty bottle full of delicious little capsules into your mouth and swallow 'em down in a crunchy symphony of tasty gellaton, inside you feel something go CLICK. The kind of click that signals an alteration in the flow of the motion within your thoughts. You are acknowledging that times have become bad enough that you are willing to sacrifice all that you have fought for, died for, to make a last, feeble struggle for freedom. You have acknowledged that all you dream, all you desire, will soon cease to exist, and that you desire that numbing oblivion. That God, curse his name, abandoned you in ages long past. That this world - this godless, cursed world - tears at your every tendon with fervor anew upon the black dawn of the devil's hamster wheel.

You realize that you have come to terms with living day by day in an endless asylum of trolling not only other people but yourself. You have become a joke, a mockery of the shadow of an existence you once thought you could achieve. By realizing that existence is pointless, you took the first step to understanding the very terms of the subject you have set forth to yourself. When you close your eyes for what you hope to be the last time, taking in the ashes of your dying world in that last moment of clarity, you already know the answer. And you knew that only you could tell you that answer.

The mere fact you are asking the question tells me that you are yet unfamiliar with the face of death and pain. That you are but a child unfettered by the talons of life's most miserable curses. Somewhere, you have something left that your heart feels is worth fighting for but your mind thinks isn't good enough.
Normal. Live like I do for a week, without no sleep at all slaving away at a meaningless future, or entirely in an endless nightmare unable to trust your own eyes and ears to tell you what's real or not, and you will beg for your blessed sanctuary where you may yet doubt the future.

Why should we bother to stay alive? Giving up is too easy, n00b!

See your life like this. You are a single cell of an organism called a State. The state provides you with the environment to live, and with resources you can consume. You in turn provide the method of resource distribution, and take part in local businesses in a part of the State.

See yourself as a potential cancer cell. Then you will suddenly realize that you need to change your way of thought, and that life is actually meaningful. Read some philosophy, and maybe to your dislike some religious books. I might suggest Buddhism, since that is where most of your lies within. Having meaning in life is not a bad idea, and it is quite a keystone in any successful lives.

If you convert your life into a 24 hour clock, then I'm at 6:00 AM (20 years old). I might assume that you're still around morning. Instead of having an unproductive thought, might I suggest changing your habit to a more productive life. There is plenty of time left to find meaning, and it doesn't take long to find one- trust me. Just ponder for a week or so, and I guarantee that you'll come up with at least abstract meaning of life. Then at last you'd be a non-cancerous cell. Of course, simply being a non-cancerous cell is far from being a productive cell.

I think living is better then nothing but nothing for an unknown period of time but maybe that's just me.

life is something, death is nothing, and massive orgies is everything.

Did Doodan just tell sandwraith to have a baby?

Anyways, there is no point in life. You can kill yourself if you'd like. I don't because out of curiosity I wonder what happens if I lived a normal life. I have the rest of eternity to be dead. I'll do that later.

Get it together Tyrone

You give your own life meaning... life doesn't always give you meaning...

SHIT TYRONE

Why do I have the sudden urge to start singing Separate Ways by Journey...

watch 5 centimeters per second. That should make you feel better.

Babies give you purpose... y'know, like the actual purpose of adults.

Why not?

everyones views on life makes me lol. MOAR.

I would be perfectly content if life were one huge game of Minecraft.

In the end, all I got from ER at the hospital were a bunch of cop-outs.

"Oh, trust me, there is a lot of meaning."
"You're feeling lousy because of video game addiction."

The only meaningful answers I got were from a 2 of the security guards with whom I asked a few questions.

Probably gonna exchange some e-mails with my psychiatrist now.

lol you went to the ER

Didn't my experience tell you that doesn't do anything?

Well, your psychiatrist hasn't mysteriously moved his practice yet, so you're still a step ahead of me.

Hey, if you're feeling blue in the balls, pop on our vent and listen to me get really angry at mundane shit.

Sorry dawg, but I kinda forgot about you while I was at ER.

Well, anyway, I still have the fucking Children's Aid Society all over my ass still, though it feels as if they aren't so much of a big deal anymore. Honestly, they don't bother me much by now.
I *have* to e-mail my psychiatrist now.

Yea, maybe, but I don't really use Vent much, and wouldn't I rather carve out my own legacy of rage, self-loathing, and other sitcom-worthy material?

gggggggggggggg

You should write a book.

ikr!!!!!!!!!!!!?????????

nah, I just write angsty shit

see sig link for details

Unless you are miserable because of some diesease or something that happened to you that you couldn't prevent or just something bothering you out of your own power, it's your own fault noob.

Start being awesome.