I really don't get it... Why is life such a constant struggle? Problems at every turn, constant worries about something or another. I have thought over the last few years that if my family & one or two friends didn't exist it would be such a no brainer decision for me. The other thing that I have come to realise is that I'm now becoming more selfish... Why should I be alive just for their sake, just so I don't hurt them? When I'm gone I'm gone. I won't know anything about it so I won't have to deal with what I leave behind. I only deal with it whilst being alive which makes life even more intolerable. I'm sorry, I just don't see the fucking point of it all. I want out quickly & easily.