You asked me what the point of living was. If I were to answer that question absolutely directly, with my response pinpointing what it was you were actually after, I would ask you a question in turn: When did you last feel really happy? I know you would have responded that it was when you were right smack in the middle of a community of like-minded, drama-queen teens during that youth exchange program and when you were studying classical voice in your first year of university. And I would’ve told you: Whatever you do, fight for that. Forget this big city university crap. Drop the airs of intellectualism. Forget being someone important. Do whatever it takes to get back to what makes you happy.
I would’ve saved myself a whole lotta trouble, I tell you.