The depression is never going to pass. It doesn't pass in my family. We're all chronically depressed, and many are chronically suicidal. I don't think the outlook is good for many people on this forum, but I don't know. My social isolation is pretty much a maximum at this point [I don't even want to consider the fact that my life could get worse... but I guess I don't know that I can't get any more isolated] so the impact to others of my death should be minimized. And, if I'm going to feel this way for the rest of my life [it stands to reason that I will] then my own pain can be shortened with a quick death. I used to think that if I can just find a girlfriend or something and pass this hump, it'll be smooth sailing for the rest of my life... but that's not reasonable, not if I'm anything like my mom or aunt or most of the people in my family. Life is going to be shit forever. I realized that this morning. I want to scream "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK" at the top of my lungs, but I repress it, mostly. I'm fucking finished. I owe it to myself to finish it. I don't think I deserve to be unhappy.