I suppose that there sort of comes out a creature, (which is my mind, so to speak) that tells me that everything’s pointless. I guess I do have a basic understanding, that I know life has meaning, but where I feel as though life has no reason, but then I think it is my responsibility to come up with a reason, but then I find it difficult to find meaning sometimes, which isn’t good because that’s not the person that I want to be.