You were made to die and in a past society would have been bums or slaves; only the modern world allows the proliferation of such garbage humans that mistake themselves to be self-aware; weak effeminate garbage looking for manufactured ideologies and sexual concepts to feel as if they are something else, wishing you had a girlfriend or a boyfriend or some pathetic nonsense. Finding useless hobbies and skills to pretend with and fill your empty time or cause minute meaningless destruction. But really you are empty. No one actually loves you, and no one will ever love you. Even if you fulfilled every single one of your material goals you would still feel empty because you lack a soul to enjoy such things. You are insects and automatons bred to run machines but never think; your only purpose is to turn the cogs of the next event which shall render you pointless. Suicide would be a good choice; it is quick and easy, and it won't make a difference if you die today or tomorrow. It will still be the same. You are just sparing long-term disappointment and pain. So go ahead and overdose, use your own guns on yourself, or go out like a fire. You will never get anything you want and you will always be empty and be nothing.