That's what I think about myself sometimes. My parents told me I have no reasons to kill myself. They told mw they gave me everything and a long lists of things that I should consider (i have a job, i go to university, i have friends, i am handsome, and have talent for music and other things) but they will never inderstand what is inside my head. They know about my health problems but it's not easy to understand if you're not in my body. And body and mind work together.If one is wrong so the other. I see when people say "Why did he kill himself? He had a family, friends, a girlfriend, money, had the job of his dreams, whatever could be a reason to keep on living" and it annoys me. It his life and he has or should have the right to end it.