pointless

What's the point of tidying up my room? no one is going to see anyway.

What's the point of improving myself, no one will be interested in finding out anyway.

What's the point of dancing, no one cares if I dance.

What's the point of being happy if it only brings depression afterwards.

What's the point in doing anything? I thought as I laid there, listening to the wild screams of neighboors making love and the banging of flesh against each other.