Here I am at the prime age of 34 years old. Just bought my first home and a new car, got out of a toxic marriage, work's going great... but I hate living. Seems like all I do is go through the motions and experience more agony and suffering than I do joy. I'd honestly commit suicide if it weren't for my cats - I love them more than I could ever hate living. Maybe then my father will realize the severity of my abandonment issues.