This is my first post. I never thought I'd get to this point, but I feel I can't take it any more. I'm the closest I've ever been to wanting to end it all. The only thing holding me back is what it'd do to my friends and family (and the fact that, while I'm not positive God is with us, I still fear him). If it wasn't for those two factors, I would've ended me last week. I've just lost a lot of hope in the world. It's amazing how much you go through life, and you start to wonder what the use it with it. I moved out to the west coast a few months ago to live with friends, and since then I've spent four hours a day trying to find a job. Coming out, I thought I'd be able to find something easily. I'm 24 years old, was a valedictorian, graduated with a 4 year degree from a state university, worked the same job for 8 years, and have found nothing. I've applied for desk jobs and bus boy jobs, and I'm still unemployed. Add to that, my second month out here I wrecked my car. So, if thing's don't pick up, in a couple months I'll be completely broke and homeless. It's scary when you get to that point where you really "don't care". The point where all of the advice ("oh, thing's will get better") is just annoying background noise. Please help me.