Can anyone blame us?

what is the point of life? you run around feeling emotions and sometimes it’s good. i loved life a little more than a month ago. it was fun and i felt loved. it was fun and easy and everything was going great and according to plan. then it all disappeared. i lost any sort of self worth and don’t tell me it will get better. i hate when people tell you someone will love you more and you’ll get over it. i keep waiting for him to come back to me but he’s happy. i’ve tried to move on but every guy i meet doesn’t compare and i end up thinking about every time he promised to never leave me alone. i jump at every chance to see him but he looks right through me as if i never even mattered. was he lying? is it really better to have loved and lost then never to have loved? no. i was happy before i started dating and now i’m just as single as before and i feel miserable. but if i’m not going to love then what’s the point of life? to better the world and be remembered? to accomplish something great? to be famous? to be rich? none of that brings happiness. so why do we prepare ourselves our entire lives to work, retire, and die? to be loved along the way and share those blissful moments of absolute satisfaction. i’ve been crying every day for a month and cut myself deeper than i had intended to. tonight i tried to drive off the side of the highway then hated myself when i couldn’t do it. what is there to live for? my family would get over it. they are loved. and leave God out of this. that’s the way He likes it.