Journalling ig

Someone asked me if I have ever achieved anything today. It wasn't said to hurt me, to dig into my chest and reside there like it has.

I responded as I usually do, with the fact that humanity will be forgotten at some stage so what does it matter? My point has merit, it's the most logical thing to say.

It doesn't stop me from feeling useless though. Like my entire being has no purpose. I was told everyone is born with a purpose, but what if I wasn't? Do I just continue to go through life aimlessly, constantly living on the edge between life and death?

I've accomplished being alive, not living but merely alive. It was once a point of pride but now I feel the pain and sorrow mixed into the statement. Alive but not living.