Life is a load of bullshit. 

You wake up, eat, do what you're suppose to do and go back to sleep waiting for the same routine to repeat. It has no meaning and even if you think it does what's the point because we're all going to die anyway.  Nobody cares about how happy or how sad you are. They're barely surviving themselves all wrapped up in their sad and materialistic lives, why should they?  Don't think badly of them though, you just have to do what you have to do I guess...

You're just breathing because you need to, otherwise how else are you going to survive? How else are you going to pay the bills? How else are you going to tell him how you feel even though he doesn't even care? How the hell are you going to do those pointless things that you consider to be so important if you're not breathing. You are just a body with some poor thoughts and feelings that is shortly going to decompose. Soon you will be nothing but don't let that frighten you because that is no different to what you were when you were alive.