I’m ready to die, been ready.

I hate life and my entire existence. I’m lonely, I’m going down a career path I’m gonna regret taking, none of my passions could benefit me, I’m never going to get to be a husband, or a father, and nothing anyone tells me gives me any hope.

People will tell me that I’m loved, and that things will turn out better for me, but I don’t believe it. No word of advice makes me want to keep living. Sometimes it’s not even a feeling of wanting to die because of my problems but just this urge to stop living. Nothing excites me anymore, everything just sucks.