I quit

Earlier this week I literally felt the fight leave me. I just don't see the point...of anything. I catch myself thinking that I wouldn't care if I died tomorrow. That's fucking horrible.
It's just...
Gah. Is this depression?
Is that what this is?
I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I just don't see the purpose of all this. I don't see the purpose of life. What's my purpose?!
I'm fading. I'm fucking disappearing.

Why am I here?

Yours psychotically,
Jab