I no longer see the point to life.
I no longer see the point to life. I can't see beauty anymore, in anything, not even my cats whom I know I love very much. I just don't feel it. Haven't for a long time now. I truly believe that I serve no purpose, have no reason for existing, and that l'm just a waste of resources. Unemployed, dropping out of grad school, overweight, ugly inside and out, I'm so ashamed of myself. The news doesn't help. I barely have any memories anymore, the strongest ones are unpleasant to say the least. Therapy hasn't helped. I don't know what to do. I'm so tired and I just want to disappear. No one would even notice. I don't belong, never have. I want love and I know I'll never have it. If I have to love myself before I can find love with someone else, then I am truly destined to die alone. So what's the point in enduring the sadness any longer? I don't see it. Sorry for sharing, I probably sound dramatic. I just don't have an outlet and I'm so tired that I caved. Sorry if I'm overstepping.