I feel life has no hope and no meaning, filled with false belief's and prejudiced people that will only hurt me. No exception. I feel as though my life has been, and still is, pointless. I do not believe I can contribute to society, to family, to friendships, nor do I believe I can find my own happiness, or happiness for others. I feel as though my death will have no impact on anyone. I feel suicide is slowly becoming the only option left, as other choices are being slowly forced off of my list. The only happiness I find is in the suffering of others. I find others sadness, pain, misery, death, insanity, sorrow, and hatred fulfilling. I feel an iota of 'good' in me for having others suffer, and it makes me happy.