If you have enough energy to read this then you most likely have enough energy to wake up tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow and so on and so on, but just because you have enough energy doesn't mean you have a reason to, most people live because they have no other choice, living and expecting things to turn out better is the only thing they're left with.
With that out of the way, I don't have anything to live for, I'm not as depressed or dissociated as I used to be, but that only makes my vision more clear, and more obvious that I'm not living for any particular reason.
I have no love for anyone or anything, I'm not a psychopath, I flinch when I see others in pain, but basic empathy doesn't equal love, there used to be a time when things mattered, but past a certain point things got so confusing I couldn't tell what's supposed to be normal and what isn't, all things are now just things, not good, not bad, just existing till they don't, and I'm just another one of those things, and it really makes no difference how I die, because it barely makes any difference how I live.