If you remember the user Snake321, you'd know that he had Asperger's Syndrome and thought only death could solve his problems. He felt that he wasn't dealing with a temporary problem and would have rather died than be alone the rest of his life. I ain't Snake321 but I feel the same way. I hate that I can't find a sense of belonging. I hate that there is the possibility of never having a significant other because of my disease. I hate the fact that this is something that'll never change. None of the things I enjoy to do will matter in the end or help me with anything. They won't help me find a sense of belonging or a girlfriend. I keep thinking that if a sense of belonging ain't for me, why should living be? The suicide thoughts that I feel aren't as dangerous as they've been in recent years, but if I could find a way to end it it'd be my pleasure.