I too was asked by my psychiatrist: "How can you expect someone to love you if you don't like yourself?" I hated that question. It have never liked myself one bit, except when I had someone to take care of and share with. And that's been so, so very long ago. A life without love and intimacy isn't worthwhile to me.

I'm in exactly the same situation as you. I'm all alone. I hate my job, in fact I'm too depressed to do it properly, but I'm also too depressed to find another one. And if I didn't work, I'd stay in bed all day, like I do in the weekend. And hanging on to my job takes all the energy I have, so I'm too tired to take care of myself.

Thinking of buying a pet, but it's so humiliating to have to rely on a pet for affection. A constant reminder of your failure to find romantic love.

I would love to end my life, provided it's quick and painless, except it'd hurt my brother. I love him, but it's awful to be forced to live for someone else when you yourself don't want to be here.