I don't know anymore. I've been asking myself the same question for the past half hour: What is life? The thing is, my grandmother hates me. She full on HATES me, even though she keeps denying it. She walks into my room without knocking, opens my closet, and starts yelling at me! She sees something on the floor of my closet and flips! She's like, 'Why is this on the floor?' And I'm like, 'It fell.' And she's like, 'Well if it fell, pick it up!' And I'm like, 'Dude! It fell when the door was closed! How was I supposed to know?!' And she still gives me an earful!! I just can't understand...