Every endeavor I've pursued every attempt at bettering myself, or even functioning at a basic level has resulted in miserable failure. I'm not mad at the world or other people, I just realize that I don't belong 

Love, fulfillment, success (by any measure), happiness, all things for other people. 

What's the point in another 60+ years of this?

There is no light at the end of the tunnel, there is no dawn to follow the dusk, there is only unrelenting darkness. 

I'm sorry I was born.