Ok, so i tend to be suicidal, but the thing is, i don't feel depressed. I've been through shitholes, but i've also been lucky to find extreme happyness. Somehow, i feel that my life was already worth it. I feel that it's almost impossible to be as nearly as happy as i once were. Nothing tastes the same for me. What's the point of staying in this planet if you can't live your life as you want? Why should i just keep on working and making money so i can pretend to be happy to my friends? I don't know if there's someone here that understands what i mean. I must say that i'm not putting all the cards on the table, and i don't expect to, so i can't expect you to understand neither. It's often discussed the morallity and dignity of suicide. I really don't care about that. I don't feel like i'm running away from anything. I feel trapped inside this body, inside this shitty body, so why stay here? We can't live just for the sake of others. If i'd come out and said i wanted to kill myself to my friends, i bet they'd be all over me and cheering me up, but then what? After a day or two everything would go back to the same old routine. It's not about attention either. Is there anybody out there that's just empty? Anyone looking to be set free?