I just can’t take it anymore. I’m tired of being sad and so fucking lonely. I crave human touch so badly. I just don’t see the point on living. We kill viruses to heal ourselves why can we kill the pain by just dying. Who am I living for? Even my family didn’t bat an eye when I said I could die as a joke and they took me seriously. I just want this train wreck I call a life to end. We are going to die anyways there is nothing special about living. Catastrophe is inevitable why bother? I’m tired and lonely and tired of being both. Everywhere I go I look for ways to kill myself with the things I have at my disposal.jumping off a roof, hair dryer in the bath tub. I recently survived a suicide attempt and all I got for it was a forearm with no feeling anymore and 9 stitches. I’m just so so tired. 22 years of depression is enough. 39 years of this bullshit is more than enough. The light at the end of the tunnel burnt out and now it’s just darkness.