Of a long, drawn out, overwrought existential crisis.

Because I just watched the pale blue dot three times in a row after reading the Wikipedia article on the observable universe and I realized how tiny and insignificant I am and my problems are

Why am I here
What is my purpose
Am I alone
What Is the point
Am I just a drama queen
Where are the answers
Are we just randomly here apropos of nothing, just a stroke of biological luck on a hunk of rock the perfect distance away from a star to allow for liquid h2o and therefore nothing has any inherent meaning or purpose because we're here by random chance and not part of any plan
Is that too many coincidences to still be considered random

I'm going to go cry for a while