Like many others here I have plenty of reasons to spill my brain all over the wall but its the pointless monotony of life that really scares the hell out of me. Even if the happiness fairy came to me, swung her magic wand, & fixed every bit of crap in my life I still do not want to live. Really, whats the point? Why would I want to live & look forward to working, sleeping, & eating the rest of my life? Sure I could find someone to spend the rest of my life with only to grow bored & tired of them. I refuse to procreate. I my mind the cruelest thing anyone could to do is put another human being into the day to day moving of life. Go paint a picture, throw a ball around, write a poem or run a business but when it really comes down to it .. what is the damn point? I don't know maybe all of this sounds a bit cliche I just do not know how to put what I feel into words. I feel so horrible reading what everyone has posted on this website, reading how they struggle all the time-everyday-and for what? We all like to think we are snowflakes no two alike but we all want the same things. Each of us are one out of 6.5billion. One less is not going to make a difference.