I can't see the point of life
I've been this way, and had suicidal thoughts since around age 5-6. That was the age when I first began to contemplate the purpose of living, and I could see none.
There came a midpoint when I was 13-14 where I was taking care of livestock. That was the first, and only time in my life where I ever had any real drive to live.
Their lives depended on me, and so if I were to die, what would have become of them?
That changed when 1- they started to die of sicknesses that I couldn't protect them from, and 2- my parents began to see them as a financial burden, rather than assets for business.
I'm losing the animals, and with them, much of my drive to live.
I had a similar desire to volunteer and help people, but tbh, people kind of suck. I'm left wondering if they're even worth helping.
I had desires, but when one got fulfilled, it never gave me what I thought I needed.
I turned to God, in hopes that turning my life over to him would fulfill my need for self-worth and purpose. It didn't really, but I'm still a Christian.
Even if I had everything I wanted, and was attractive and smart, then what?
There are two questions at the end of every possible answer and meaning for being alive- career ambitions, happiness, relationships, God, beauty, wealth, power, ect.
They are, "Then what?", and "Is that really all there is?"
Even the universe seems small to me.
I have a lot of things I dislike, but the list of things that I genuinely enjoy has progressively been slimming down. Even if I find something fun, it quickly becomes dull.
When I was a child, distracting myself from the emptiness of life was easy. But as I've grown up (I'm high school aged now), it's gradually been getting more and more difficult, and in fact, impossible to ignore.
I read in a manga called "Bokurano" something like, people who whine that they didn't ask to be born should just go ahead and kill themselves. I agree with that philosophy 100%, but the only problem is, I lack the courage to do even that.
I should've killed myself at my lowest point, which was June or July 2017. Right now, I'm not in nearly enough pain to conjure up the strength to go through with suicide.
My life is too comfortable, but I feel like I'm dragging my spoiled, rotten corpse through it. I'm so tired, despite not working very hard.
The only time when I have real motivation to better myself, is when I'm directly threatened, and feel trapped.
I wish that I could give my life and opportunities away to someone who deserves them, and would gladly make the most out of them.
It would please me to do that, and then die. The obliteration provided by a cremation would be nice after that.