pointless life

yeah i said it there's no point to my life. every second, minute, hour, day, and year I'm located at the same place doing the same exact thing. hello text I know you're sick of hearing me saying i'm depressed what's wrong with me? but I don't see anyone else talking so I continue to do this. sometimes i think i died and im just able only things a ghost can do which  is only allowed to visit where it was when it was alive. Guess what my plans are for today and the next day and next year not a damn thing. I see myself rot away with either me typing this over and over again or writing it in ink. I'm bored not much to say or do now.