I have debated over this for the past few days. I am sick and fed up of myself. I love my family, friends and people I know. It is myself I no longer love. Generally, you kill the thing you no longer love. What I once loved and enjoyed has slowly wained from my life. I cry when I am alone, and each time I look in the mirror I see a patheic loser. That is how low I feel about myself at the moment. I do not know how much more of myself I can take. I want to succeed with the first attempt, although when I was younger I ventured out but never went through with it. I thought my life would get better. It never really did. I hate my job so much, if I leave I will face financial difficulty, so I have decided that ending the pain is better than facing ruin. The world can do without me. I love my family and I love my friends. I am sick of the person looking back at me in the mirror.