I don't know why I joined here really, feel I may as well try and connect with people who are going through similar things. I took an overdose last year but pulled through after 3 days. Went back on antidepressants but just felt too tired to do anything and worse in a lot of ways. Why was I born as me, with this conciousness to be trapped in this existence 24/7? It's become more of a loop of empty days and gets more lonely and harsher the older I get. I'm only staying around now for my parents sake, though they'd be better off without me around now really in the long run. There comes a point when some things may never happen for you I realise. I need to actually succeed in something that matters, get even a little pleasure for once or just end things for good. No point carrying on becoming an even older man, with nothing but regrets and bitterness.