What is the meaning of life?

The meaning of life is to sit down, shut up, suck up to everyone around you and do as you're told no matter how shit the order needed to be done is.

I hate the fact that all we ever do in this family is yell at each other, give everyone the silent treatment and forget that it never happened the next day, or even a few hours later.

We never try to fix the problem.
We can't ever fix the problem.
And we will all die holding endless grudges to our graves.

And teachers used to wonder why I'm so royally fucked up?
Why I wrote the creative writing pieces I did?
And why I act the way I do?

It's written in black and white.
I am on the road to insanity.

Am I suffering from depression?
Do I have a bipolar disorder?
I don't know.

All I can count on is the fact that my year adviser from high school told me that I am really strong. Really strong to be able to go through and succeed in the HSC despite everything that I went through last year.
And I just have to hope that that strength within me lasts until I'm cold and buried, or burned.