Why must this colloquy have a title? What’s the point of giving a title to a story with no plot? Yet it should have a title. A living thing should have a name. This story is alive with my passion.
This story is much livelier than some of the depraved humans in today’s society.
Why would somebody throw away their life?
Why would they waste life on such feeble and terrible things while showing nothing but disrespect and disregardation of other’s feelings?
I don’t know why. I guess I’m above that.

Or am I below? What makes me a better person than them? Am I even better than them?

These questions.

Do they have meaning?
Does anything in this world mean anything anymore?

I’ve been thinking about life recently. More than I usually do. Is their any meaning to it?

I belive I have an answer, but I don’t think I should tell anybody what my life means.
It’s much more important for you to figure out what your own life means.

Once you have an answer, you have what you need to live.