I don't know what I'm looking for by posting here. I mean, my mind is pretty much made up in terms of wanting to overdose. (I'm planning on actually ODing tonight, once I'm alone in my bedroom.) And it's not like anyone on here could do anything to help me. My problems all are a result of my stupid, broken brain. You see, I have Asperger's Syndrome, and I've struggled with this absolute asshole of a disorder for my entire life. I'm now 26 years old and I've finally reached my breaking point. I have nothing to look forward to in life, since everything causes me intense emotional or physical discomfort. I'm also unemployed and I don't see myself ever being able to actually handle having a job. And don't get me started on how miserable I am due to my constant loneliness. I've never had a real friend, and my Asperger's Syndrome causes me to be entirely disinterested in making friends, even though my loneliness makes me desperate for friendship. It's like the world's worst paradox. Anyways, yeah. For some reason, I felt like venting to you all. Sorry. I'll just go back to counting down the hours until tonight.