What's the frickin' point of life?

Why do we have to drag on and on with things we don't like every single day? It seems pointless! I don't have a pion, sure I love my family, but would the world really be so much different without me? I've tried being different and finding someone or something to love, but nothing seems to be working. Sometimes I feel like crawling under a rock and staying there for eternity. I don't have a religion. What do I do now? The only time in my pathetic life that seems to be worth living is dancing and reading Harry Potter. Which makes me feel like a complete loser. Oh my god am I becoming emo?!? NO! URGH!!!