I'm at the point of suicide. The only reason I'm still here is because it would hurt my dad and sister, but I'm actually starting to really resent them for it. Im 28 and cant get out of this house, im so fed up with everything.
Its nigh on impossible to get a gp appointment, I had a breakdown last year and went hospital but it didn't help in the slightest. I actually want to die. I hate myself and this pointless life. I think about suicide CONSTANTLY. I've had it. I'm one of life's losers, the only time im not suicidal is when I'm off my head, and I cant afford to get off my head often enough. This world is nothing but a shitstorm, I see other people smiling and think "what the f are you so happy about?". I've been like this for as long as I can remember, happiness is a totally alien concept. I despise my job, I just dont want to be here any more. What's the point in carrying on when im only gonna end up a sad lonely homeless man, or with luck locked up in a nuthouse. Seriously why?