A number of reasons, the main being I'm endlessly in a state of trying to make sense of myself. I know I want to die but there's still things I feel I could have done differently, I could have handled differently, what should I have done instead of what I did? I will never come to terms with what happened which is why I want to die, but there's still an exhausting part of me that tries to work out instead of I did do, could I have specifically kept things going with people? Would it have worked? Would I have gotten what I wanted if I did that instead of this? Should I have kept certain things going instead of putting myself at risk? Was I really that socially awkward?
I think at this point the answer is so obvious that I made things worse when I was in a position to do things differently that everything has gone wrong out of those fatal choices, and nothing can be put back together now. The more I wrestle this out, the clearer I become, and when I hit that horizon, as flat as I can get it, then I will kill myself. I am suffering too much out of the wreckage that I can't go on, and suicide will be my release. It will hurt people around me, but I know the longer I stay alive like this, unable to change and battered down in life as a hopeless pathetic embarrassment I only hurt people around me more than anything, so it's for the best