What's the point of being happy when happiness is only a temporary apparition? What's the use of exhaustible materials? What's the use of surrounding yourself with people (some of them synthetic) who will one day leave you?
What's the point of going around in circles/ending up where you started off?

Haven't started on any holiday homework, haven't touched the overdue homework also, haven't practised, haven't gone running, haven't everything but I can't be bothered.
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