something that's heartbreaking is that it's SO clear that I need to die. i failed at life a VERY long time ago and every day just gets worse, some new disaster makes it untold magnitudes worse. i am objectively human garbage. I am worthless, I'm a failure, I am a bad person. i've never been good enough to be at the basic, bottom-tier starting point of life. i'm going to be 38 in a couple days and my life has at the same time never began and has been hopelessly over for many years. hope is a LIE. it's BULLSHIT. misery and failure and regret and pain and fear and dread and emptiness and loneliness and HOPELESSNESS are all that's real. no matter what I do I'm garbage. i'm never good enough. my life was over before it began. it's all a complete waste, a shitshow. everything will be better when I'm dead. dying is my only hope. it's the only way my life improves. it's the closest I can get to "happy." the most heartbreaking thing is leaning on the prospect of dying as hope, but when