I wish I knew the answer to that.

Why do I exist?
Who am I?
Why am I here.

I seem unable to get past these questions. It like I draw a big blank and cannot find the point.

What is the point?

What if the life I am living is the point? What if how I live in it is why I am here? Shouldn't I be able to find a certain contentment with where I am and who I am?

I'm just so sick of it all.
"All".
Maybe that's too broad of a term yet I am having a hard time defining things right now. I am fuzzy in my head. And so very tired.