What's the point to life?

Everyday, I get up, go to college, come home, and stare at my fucking computer screen til I go to bed. I think about changing myself, but I ask myself, what's the point? Everything returns to zero eventually.

As people, we're all alone. We cling to others in an attempt to forget about our loneliness, but ultimately, in the end, we are alone. We buy fast cars, fixate over our appearance, try to fuck attractive people to boast about them like our trophies, all in an attempt to forget our loneliness.