I'm aware that my death would affect people. But like with a lot of people, they would eventually move on. I don't blame them, I would want them to move on. But still, what's the point. When I die, I will only be a memory, and the people who remember me will die too, so all trace of my existence will be erased. I don't see what's the use of living. I have harmed myself before but I've stopped about 4 months ago. I have been having thoughts about both suicide and homocide, and both concepts are somewhat attractive. I have thoughts about killing myself and/or others in gruesome ways and I don't feel bad about it. Every day I feel more empty, and I've been feeling like this for a while now. I just want to understand why any life is worth anything?