I know how it feels to be alone, and to doubt whether it wouldn't be better to end this miserable joke you call life, already; a discussion, which I keep on a purely philosophical and macroscopic basis at the moment.
I have my problems with love and closer personal relations, but I am improving myself by the day, just trying to force myself to care about my environment and to actually partake in the social circles of my peers.
A few years ago I helped a friend of mine get away from his abusive family, and I tried to keep him on the ground. He's depressed and schizophrenic, leading to a lot of discussion on suicide. I'm really scared that he has done it already, and that I missed his funeral, as I haven't been able to contact him in half a year. It's long story, but I would understand his reasons.
On a side note: English is not my first language. I hope it is not too visible.