What Is The Purpose Of Life?

What is the purpose of life anyways? Apparently, based on my life, it's about being oppressed and living in excessive suffering. Why must life be like this though? That's something that I don't think will ever be answered. MY life is lived with torment. I'd be lying if I said otherwise. Life must be depressing and unfair, the reason for which I will never find out, at least not within a lifetime. I'm clearly disturbed by living in this world this life that I have, and will be disturbed for the rest of my life. What you think about this post most likely disturbs me greatly, and this has instilled great fear, I'm literally scared that the worst will happen to me. Life's killing me because of how critical everyone who I communicate with seems to be to me. I despise life as we know it. I wish that nothing further would ensue, that everything, would cease to exist. That would be best for me, though people will think otherwise because they don't know how much I'm damaged psychologically and mentally. That seems to be what life is about; for me to suffer; it seems as though that's the way that things are meant to be. That's just horrible. And why's there nothing to ever do in this life? This is simply unacceptable, but since it's true, then I must conclude that it's what life's about. Life is only suffering for me. The more I live, the more time I spend having horrible time, time that's being wasted and is nothing but garbage as far as I'm concerned. Life takes it's toll on me; a toll that outweighs anything good and any benefits of life. I'm living on this world, but this is exactly what I don't want.