Hi. I am from Eastern Europe, outside EU. Hopefully my English is acceptable.
I'm male, soon I'll be 33. Already quite tired of life. Since childhood I was rather unfortunate. All major things in life, be it school, or work, or relocation, or attempts to participate in various organizations or otherwise connect with people, resulted in too much suffering and failure. I was probably 12 years old when I thought about suicide seriously for the first time. Twenty years passed, and it did not get better. It got worse, since by now I have much to regret about missed opportunities, made mistakes and etc, and this hurts a lot.
There are many problems with me. Among them lack of energy and work aversion, making me unable to work full time. Fortunately I was able to find long-term part time job paying enough to live fine in a small city in a poor country. On the other hand, even this often feels painful or disgusting, and I must force myself into doing it, day after day. Should I lose it, probably I will not find another one and countdown to death will start. I was close to this a few times.
I find myself in a strange intersection of being gay and being asexual. It makes really hard to find somebody else like you, practically impossible in a small city. Depression, lack of energy and little interest in many things which most people find interesting do not help to find friends either. I am not completely lonely now, still I do not have really close relationships with anyone. In past there were periods when for more than a year I was almost completely isolated, living in solitude and meeting no one in person.
I also have a tendency of gaining weight easily, but not losing it. I really like to eat a lot but really hate being overweight, not to say obese, which results in a permanent state of war with myself for many years. Eventually I managed to force my body-mass-index into being normal (yet far from fine), but in order to control it I have to follow a strict but bizarre diet which allows to eat a lot but rarely. During regular periods of fasting life can seem especially grim.
Recently I started to think more about suicide. Years which could have been the best ones are already lost in a rather meaningless way. Time is running faster and faster. There is little reason to expect something good in the future, but many reasons to expect something bad if not terrible. I've ordered a poison and soon will possess it. Not sure when I will use it, may be having a way out at hand will make life somewhat more comfortable.