I just don’t see what the point of going on and living is anymore. If I’ll never have lasting happiness, whats the point? I have no friends, my last friend just gave up on me I guess. So, nobody would miss me anyways. And the feeling, the feeling that I know in my heart that the one thing I desire most in this world will never happen to me. It is one of the worst feelings ever. I think about death on a daily basis. How I will kill myself, when and everything else. And what it will feel like to be dead. I imagine it to feel better than living. Anything is better than living to me. So, I have no friends, I get picked on at school, I will never experience lasting happiness ever again, and that one thing that I want the most in this world will never happen. So whats the point of living?
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I’m not even exaggerating, but every single sentence, no, every single word you said you just described my life.
that’s exactally how i feel and i’ve wanted to kill my self for so long but dont know what’s better. I cant decide.
i know how it feels to wanna die, and it fucking sucks.
I feel exactly the same way.