I dont enjoy life like I used to. I dont like video games, history, art, or any of the things I used to. I dont like anything really. I have felt this way for possibly two years or more. I have so much potential, but I sit here at this computer all day, day after day (summer, but its not like I did any different during the school year), and I just sit here and hate life. I don't have any friends (I am serious, all school year I was without friends, and same goes for now. I used to have friends to play games online with, but they faded away likely because they never liked me to begin with.) and my father recently cut all ties with me. I feel like I shouldnt think of killing myself before my life has really begun, but honestly it's a persistent thought all day everyday. And then, there is just one thought that is in my head from the time I wake up to the time I fall asleep. That is the fact that I hate myself, more than a person should be able to hate. I dont really know why I am posting this here, but I just hope that someone understands.