I've struggled with depression for what feels like forever at this point. I have maybe one or two friends   because no one wants to be friends with the person who always flakes and never wants to go out or do anything. I dropped out of college after a semester because all I wanted to do was kill myself when I lived on campus. I had a girlfriend for a little while, and things seemed to be looking up, but she left me too because she said I drained all of the life and happiness out of her. I hate being unhappy and I hate myself for not being able to find happiness in anything. At this point I don't even understand why I'm alive if I am here only to suffer.