what is event the point

i feel like i’ll never have a place to call home. i’ll never have that degree, that car, that dream job, i'll never even the chancewatch the sun set over the sea. in fact, i’d be grateful if i could just eat some meat tomorrow.

what’s even the point of working your ass off for some old prick who treats you no better than a dog about to get put down? what’s the point of paying all these taxes ripped from hospitals and funneled into bombs dropped on kids halfway across the world? what’s the point of preaching freedom and civilization when i could be left to rot on the street because my greedy landlord just  felt like it?

why was i born indebted?
why must i slave for some bread?
what did i do?
i am so sorry.