The Uselessness of Studying

What is the purpose of studying? Puffing ourselves up with knowledge. What purpose does this serve? We fill ourselves up and yet never give what we have back to other people. We spill this knowledge out on a test, turn it into the teacher, and forget about it. That's all studying is, a big "puff yourself up" fest. I can't take that. I need to give. I can't take this anymore. I can't take the constant studying and the constant learning for no reason. Partially because of the stress, but mainly because of how useless I have become. I have become complacent, upset, frustrated, irritable, and all around tired. I just can't do this. If I'm not helping other people or doing something to serve the world I feel as though my life is wasting away. And yet what choice do I have? The government forces me to go to school each day against my will and my teachers demand that I fill up more and more and more. They leave me with no time or energy to give. I must spend it all on them and their useless tasks. I feel as if I am wasting away. I need to stop. No longer can I study and feel comfortable around myself. I see the world falling apart. I see my friends in pain. I see relationships I once knew crashing down. And yet here I am, stuck at a desk, restricted from movement and staring forward blankly, consuming more and more and more. Boy, school sure sounds like something out of a dystopian novel when you put it this way. Maybe it's because we're not looking at school from the perspective of each individual student and the idea that everyone is truly different. Many people love studying and enhancing their minds with knowledge and I believe that is a wonderful thing. But for me, I simply cannot take this any longer. I need a change. I need something to change. I need my time back. I need to give. I need to help. I want out of this brain washing prison we call school. I want to think again. I want to live again. Take me out. I can't study anymore. I can't do this anymore. Studying torches my mind, causing the voices to cry out in anger. They can only be silenced when I have a purpose. My purpose is to help, and school wants to stifle my purpose. School wants me to sit at a desk and compute. I am not a computer. I am a human! Let me be human!