They say depression is easily treated but... yeah well, they can chase away the symptoms, but I've never been the same since I first had it. I've lost all contact with the outside world, I don't have a single friend left and my family is nothing more to me than some people with a similar genetic makeup. There's no reason to keep going, no hope, no desire... nothing. I've thought about it for a long time, looked at the issue from every angle there is. There's no point in telling me to hang in there cause I've been doing that for too long, there's no point in telling to reach out for help cause there's no one I'd go to. I don't want to talk about how I feel and I don't like psychologists. One thing this disease has done to me, among many others, is that I won't open up to anyone, no matter what they do, and I don't even want to. So in conclusion, there's no point in prolonging this pain. I also have no idea why I decided to write this in the first place. Sorry for being yet another whiner.