I've decided that once all my debts are paid off, I'm going to end it. This will be about another year and a half, or so. Seriously, there is no reason for me to live at all. And even if there were, I wouldn't want to. My social isolation for several years due to social anxiety (and depression) have made me into a pleasureless simpleton. I don't care about anything, but I'm constantly paranoid, anxiety-ridden, etc. Living is just plain torture for me. What I've gone through bascically disproves the existance of God. There is no need for me here, I'm just a waste of everybody's time, I'm a waste of my own time as well.