Temporary excistance.

we're all temporary everything is temporary so what's the point? I am not my body not my flesh not my bones not what I see, hear or say. I am simply a soul trapped in a bag made of flesh containing organs and blood. I am nothing. I am just made up of dust and when I die I'll go back to being dust. So what's the point? Why should I keep living? why should I go to school? why should I talk to people and make friends? Why should I be forced to be nice to people who don't even care about me? why can't I just lay in bed all day and do nothing? why must I be forced to put my body to work tirelessly like a slave in the end what is it all for ? money? fame? in the end everything you "own" isn't yours and will never be yours once you die its all gone when you die you leave everything here on this floating rock what's the point of planting a flower on a dying earth it wont survive at least not for long the cruel environment its been planted in wont allow it. Fame.. once the years pass by no one will even know you existed. Are we even real? I have so many questions I want answered but who will answer them? who knows the whole truth, God? where are you have you abandoned us? are you here? why bother asking God I am worthless, nothingness, useless in comparison to him. I try to read my Bible and understand, I go to church, I try to do good to not sin but in the end I always do the same I promised to change but I cant help it I am nothing just a lowly sinner who does not deserve to live, a waste of space. what is life, what's the meaning, what's the point, what's the goal, why should we live, are we alone in this endless galaxy of universes, am I dreaming? Am I real? I have so many more questions and things to say but my mind has gone blank.