Or is it just seeing things the way they really are? To me, being on a negative/realistic slant is more down to earth and truthful, because I've come to accept some things about myself. In the grand scheme of life, I am weak and not meant to live. I'm too tired and discouraged to offer anything more. I've been kicked while I'm down and expect to get kicked some more. And I envy anyone who is successful in their suicide. I have no job, no future, and my financial history is about to crumble. I may still have my physical health, but my mental health is taking a beating. I have absolute hatred for most people in my life, and the friends that I have don't talk with me that often. In essence, I am running on fumes. I'm seriously thinking about going back on Prozac. And I've seen many therapists in the past, but none can claim a solid relationship of progress. There was only one I really liked, and that was at a college campus two decades ago. I think depression is nature's way to weed out the weak. I don't mean to sound insulting to people who are trying to overcome it, but that's the way I feel now. I want my life to be over and done with -- desperately.