What's The Point?

What's the point of
being alive when your
parents argue all the
time? Especially when
you try to let your
feelings be known and
either one of them or
both of them are always
trying to silence you.
Aside from burning in
hell for all times if
you're successful in
committing suicide or
failing because it's
not your time to die
what's the point of
staying alive? Like
when you try to tell
one parent what they
are doing to aggravate
or annoy you, the other
is always there saying,
"That's enough." or "Just
shut up." Then they resent
it when you literally scream
at them, "YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTHS!
YOU ALWAYS TELL ME WHEN I DO
SOMETHING YOU DON'T APPROVE OF!
SO YOU'RE GOING TO LISTEN TO ME
FOR ONCE! YOU EXPECT ME TO BE
AS QUIET AS A DEAD MAN WHEN YOU
WATCH TELEVISION BUT ARE ALWAYS
TALKING OR FUCKING AROUND WITH
THE REMOTE CONTROL WHEN I'M
WATCHING TELEVISION! SO SHOW
ME SOME FUCKING RESPECT!"
There's also your so called
friends who either try t insist
on hanging out when you tell them
you already have plans.  For example
I had one friend call last Saturday.
He asked , "You want to do something"
I said "I'm too busy today." He immediately
says in a real I insist and WILL NOT take no
for an answer type voice, "You want to do
something?" then got angry when I said,
"Are you deaf or really that stupid? I said
I have things I have to do today. So don't
ask me a third time." Then there's the other
friend who cannot accept it when you follow a
religion that is difftent than the so called
church he goes to. I say so called church when
they have the attitude that every other church
except them is wrong. This same preachy mc preach
friend is also a mooch. It's pretty bad when your
so called friend doesn't even take in consideration
when he comes over that your laid off work. He just
says "I need three packs of cigarettes." and gets
pissy when you say, "Are you that stupid? I tell
you every weekend I don't have enough money to
buy you three packs of cigarettes. If you'd quit
spending your money on video games you could buy
your own cigarettes." Sometimes it seems easier
just to shove the business end of a twelve gauge
shotgun down your throat and splatter your brains
all over the wall just to get your parents or so
called friends to wake up.