Yep this is me as well. Basically since I was 11. I stopped caring about my life, so I just did whatever was amusing/entertaining/distracting at the time regardless of the consequences. Spent 15 years ruining my life socially, financially, academically, etc and didn't care. I just always thought, if I fuck shit up too badly, I'll just kill myself. But I fucked up every suicide attempt too, so my life kept getting worse. My physical and mental health deteriorated, especially in the past couple of years, to the point where living a normal life is no longer ever an option for me. Because I spent so much of my life pretending to be happy and hiding my depression, I don't even have a personality anymore, if I ever really did.
I'm 26 years old. Though I love my family, they do not really know me, and I don't think they care much either way. The only thing in my life that actually matters to me is my dog, but I can't even take care of myself let alone her. My family thinks I have these grand plans to move out on my own (for the first time) in three months. They think I've paid for classes to finally get my driver's license, that I've been looking for jobs and apartments in a new town, that I've been saving my money, etc. In reality, I left my job (they think I have time off for the holidays and am due back the day after my ctb date), have paid for nothing, and, in fact, have no money left at all. I spent what little money I did have on my the supplies for ctb and on Christmas presents for people. I have less than three days left to live, and I definitely brought this on myself.