Everything builds character they say, every little gripe and suffocation of my personal image will just mean something more in the end. I will transcend and be greater for it. What I wouldn’t trade a bit of “character” for something resembling happiness. I am 27 and still unsure of what I am here to do every little path that i stray across simply ends with me holding the bags and the jackals growing all he louder. I know that since most humans are wrapped in their own egos, which is not a condemnation of such because it is a natural thing and should be embraced, that they see suicide as something that more or less pertains to them. So when they see someone else kill themselves they begin to self-evaluate and begin to wonder their own validity in this whole mess. Really though, aren’t some of us simply supposed to be flotsam? Worn down by the various tribulations of our lives and simply end it as a signpost to the rest that states “this path only breeds sorrow.”
I can never understand how I can see good in most but see only worthlessness in myself.  I accept my lot in a gas station job where I accept my lot to be ridiculed and made feel small.
So I accept less for myself, yes I go to community college and fool myself into thinking tat it will all be better. It won’t though and anyone who had any sense could see the writing was on the wall a long time ago.
Sorry, but it all stopped making sense a long time ago.