It's official...

I have no reason to live.  Every possible reason I can come up with is just a constant reminder of the failure my life will be to live up to its potential and my desires for it.  The best I can hope for at this point is a relief from regret via the eternal, senselessness of death.  Bring it!

End it.

Is a quick death really too much to ask for?  I mean, what's the point in carrying on anyway?  Thirty minute distractions interjected every 5 minutes with flashbacks of regret?  Give me a break...or a girlfriend...either way...