There is no god

Last week I got accused of being hard and not emotional enough. Guess what? I save my tears for when I need them. Like today. What is the point of having a woman in her prime dying, leaving a husband and a small child behind? I ask again, what is the FRIGGIN POINT? All that I feel is anger. Because there is no point. None whatsoever. And anybody who tries to convince me otherwise will...get a fist in the face, not succeed or at least get sorely disappointed.