Give me a reason to live.

Why am I here?
I'm just a sack of fat and other partical's.
What is a mind other than molecules.
What makes us so different from something mindless?
What makes us so special?
Who is god?
What gave him the right over me?
Why does he not show his face?
Where does the universe end?
I don't know. Thinking about it makes me want to cry because there is so much more to everything than me.
I'm as insignificant as one air partical. If it goes away why would it matter?
There are so many others. So many other ideas that have been created that mine are just washed away.
Creating something new is scary. Knowing that there is no one who saw this before. No one who could understand the feeling. Creating something completely different out of air. A simple idea.

I'm afraid of myself. I'm afraid of living. I'm afraid of the universe and I see no point to live.