Asking myself

I have been thinking,
what's the point of living in this world?What's the point of running on the way all the time?What's the point of laughing,crying or oppressing all the extra emotions in front of the others?What's the point of waking up every morning?
Do I need my life to be like this?Do I need my degree that much? Can I survive without the laptop?Do I need everything they said that I should have? Why do I have to have everything they said that I should have? Is it wrong to give in?Is it too weak for me not to face up with everything?Why can't I be the one who is running away?

Is it true that I need to be a robot to look tough enough to handle everything?

I am getting tired of everything.

I am tried of everything.

I knew it was wrong to think in this way.
I have had so much and I am having so much at my hand right now. Yet, I couldn't get rid of this thought in my mind and I couldn't figure out why.

Someone told me, life would give us an end, no matter how.
I wouldn't let it decide what I can have and what I need to have.

Is this the reason?

I can not wait. Until I die.