For the longest time I believed that I should die - for the simplest reason; that I am impossible to love. I believed, sincerely, that there was no possible way to be happy in this world because it was simply not possible to love me. And then it seemed maybe I was wrong. And I slowly slowly came to believe it. And I slowly slowly came to consider a future that it might be worth living for. And it seems I was right all along. I am impossible to love. So Anything else I say here would get my post deleted so I will not. No timelines, no methods. But thank you to the people here who have been nice to me. I hope you all find happiness.