I don't connect with people. I can't. I'm physiologically incapable of functioning empathy or reading body language, I don't care about social status gaming or relationships, I don't want to have sex, I hate children, I hate dogs, I don't trust psychiatrists and talking about my problems doesn't change anything. Excercising doesn't make me 'feel better', nor do sunnier climates. I hate the beach, hiking is boring, most literature is trash. Most people are herdish, atavistic half-wits whom I have nothing in common with and no sense of rapport. Having friends, hobbies, employment, etc. has never made me the slightest bit better, but rather added to stresses. The books I read, hanging out with my friends, medication and drugs, etc. are at best a temporary and increasingly futile distraction from an existence that is nothing but a hedonistic treadmill, going from suffering to suffering all in a pointless game. I do not care about the future of mankind, nor the effect that suicide would have on my reputation, my family and, frankly, I don't care about my friends. Dead people don't have problems. You're right that it isn't a 'solution' - it doesn't reach any goals - but not having goals or experience is a goal in itself. Don't believe me? Look up Buddhism. That^ is why I think I will pretty much inevitably commit suicide. All that's stopping me is cowardice, habit and misguided crossed-wires of various hobbies I pursue. Yet they have been fading in brightness and their ability to quell my hatred and dread of the world has been decreasing. I am always depressed or anxious (I have been since I was a preteen), and the only drugs that make life tolerable are controlled by your Nazi police state. They also require money, and I have since resolved that employment has never brought me anything that really mattered. All of the psychiatrists and counselours I have ever encountered just want to use emotional blackmail, talk-talk-talk, sugar-pills (Paxil is rubbish), and inane moralizing pretending to be 'scientific' (psychiatry). It's all garbage and lies. They aren't even capable (As most of the shuffling tools on this planet are not) of recoginizing that someone might have a personality and being that is incommensurable with their disgusting little herd, and that maybe I don't want to 'adapt' because I think such a life is better off not happening. Basically, you're full of shit. I am not here to be 'talked out of it'. You can't, because your peer-pressure and stupid tropes depend on substantive value agreement. You will not get that from me. In fact, I couldn't give that. Your attachment to 'life' comes entirely from some evolved heuristic, and when one despises breeding, small talk, social gaming and endless combinations of shiny lights and noises there is no room for agreement with your kind.