I feel like I'm almost to the point of acceptance. I almost feel a sense of relief thinking about suicide. I cried almost everyday for the past several months but the tears have disappeared over the past few days. I still felt tragically sad but the tears wouldn't come. This weekend feels like perfect weekend...no work until Tuesday. I know I'm only 24 but have come to accept and am ok with dying a virgin, never getting married or having kids. I would never be able to have and support kids anyways. Plus a lot of people say sex is overrated anyways. I'm ok with missing out on a lot that life has to offer, or supposedly has to offer anyways. I have no friends, so no friends to miss me. I'm a burden to my parents and a pretty worthless human being. Possibly a few people at work would miss me, but that's ok. It's no different than when someone quits....same result, you never see them again. Not sure what my point is, but has anyone else ever felt this kind of serenity when you feel like you may only have a few days left?