I'm so deep inside my mind that my life is no longer being lived. The mind and body are detached. It's as if I'm watching a play; I've not seen it before but I know the outcome of every scene. There are no surprises anymore, nothing new, nothing to spark an idea. Everything has happened before, every word said before me. What difference am I making by repeating words and actions of others? I'm not. The meaning of my life is to make others happy, to ensure those I meet never know how it feels to be lonely, hurt or unloved. This is not a difference you can make when you are trapped in despair. If the meaning of life is compromised, then life itself is, too. Why live a life with no meaning? There is no reason at all.