i really hope that this isn't too trite to say (i'm new here). but really, i just feel like there's no point in living. im doing well by most standards. i graduated from a really good college, live in Manhattan which is supposed to be one of the most "fun" places to be, have a decent job, a cool apt (just moved into my own place for the first time ever--no roommate). but i feel like romantic relationships just never work and i am going to be alone forever. what's the point in living, really? sometimes i feel like the only thing stopping me from killing myself is that i couldn't deal with devastating my mother. i numb the pain by drinking a lot of wine and taking im happy to have found this site, it will be helpful to be among like-minded people.