I am convinced that I serve no purpose other than whatever role I play in society’s maintenance functions, in this case, an ambulant bank machine, probably just like most people, whether I waste all my money on beer or all the debts I’ll owe once I’m done school.
If I kill myself, someone is forcibly going to have to pay all that which I’ll owe, even the government will if I get some cheap funded funeral where I’m unceremoniously dumped into a pine box while people hired to act as mourners pretend to cry.
It really doesn’t bother me that much though, because I find purposes for myself, no matter how delusional they are. I bet the only reason I’m able to have delusions is to go on paying for shit.