My Life is Over - I knew this from when I was probably about 21, maybe before then. Now I'm 41 and I contemplate suicide everyday. How I live this long is because of all the hopes and dreams I tried to believe could come true but didn't. Now I know all of my hopes and dreams were a mistake. Dreams of having a dream job; being in a happy relationship, or simply just meeting people to make friends always have turned sour. I never recalled a lengthy period of time where I could say that I was truly happy. I live in a toxic environment of unchanging misery. I live in a world full to stereotypes, bigot self righteous people who never are selfless. I really can't take it anymore. The solution, the only one I have ever found was to end it all completely. I never thought those who killed themselves did anything wrong. They were right to think about leaving this HELL world behind. I always knew that whatever drove them to take their own life was a better reason than to face and reface and face again the HELL the world puts them through. It's like why stay at a shitty job if you hate it. Quit. I have tried to see my life from every angle. I know there are a lot of more unfortunate people than me or like me, but at the end of the day, what's the point of fighting anymore. I mean really. You put all your energy, effort, even money to put on a smile for someone else only for them to just forget you. What's really the point anymore?