Genuinely, what is the point? 

You are here, you get fucked over constantly, all it is, is pain throughout your childhood. 

Then, when you finally get the best thing that ever happened to you, to anyone, you resort to self sabotage and fuck yourself over. 

Congratulations, now you are alone without the thing that kept you going in the first place, the only thing that truly loved you. 

The world sucks. Life sucks. 

You are brought into it without a choice and have to experience endless pain, endless tears each and every day. 

And even if you do not suicide, when you die, you are not gonna contribute to mankind, your life is pointless in the end. 

You lost everything, you die alone, having gone through so much pain of your own making. 

Life is pointless and I hate the people who brought me into it.