I hate my job, my wife hates me, I love my children, but they’re constantly wearing me out mentally and physically, I have no friends or interests to pursue, I’m sick, I’m tired, my body is covered with a skin condition that makes me repulsive. What’s the f****** point? My entire existence seems to lack any reason or direction, and each day leaves me more broken and angry and depressed than the last. What. Is. The. Point? Just to suffer a few more years and then die? I don’t want to kill myself or anything, but I sure can’t see the purpose of living, either.