Literally nothing to live for. I don't enjoy anything anymore. I've failed at getting anything I've ever wanted. There is zero meaning to my life.

Once I go back home from school at the end of this semester, I'll just give all my shit to my family, all of my belongings that I've bought to just keep me going one day at a time by having something to look forward to, but are ultimately meaningless and don't make my life better and were a waste of money. Then I'll just jump off of a fucking bridge, and it doesn't matter because I died about a decade ago anyways.