Back in 2010 I really started to fall apart with depression for the first time, killing myself was all I could think about, and for reasons I wont go into (the reasons aren't the point) I eventually decided that no matter what, I wouldn't kill myself, I took suicide off the table as an option. I...
I don't want to live anymore, living is a torture for me.
I don't see the point in living. I can't make anyone happy. I can't get a job or a girlfriend. No one will love me.
My life is emptiness. I wish I was never born. My life is a mistake.
I feel lonely all the time. And I just dont see that changing. And I cant help but wonder whats the point in anything. I feel like once its all over at least I wont have to deal with the loneliness and constant emptiness.