I was diagnosed with depression, but I believe that's complete bullshit. Yes, I had those very, VERY dark moods and yes, I'm thinking about ending it every day (more like fantasizing about it), but still... depression is a whole different thing. I believe it's far worse than what I have.
Personally I just hate life. Getting up from bed, going to work, get home, going to bed, getting up from bed, going to work, wait until the weekend has passed by, just to begin everything from a new one.
Of course, there are things I would love to experience in life, but no matter what... I just can't get it right.
So, what causes me to think about suicide? Just the feeling of being a fuckup and not seeing any sense in life (or the point of getting up from bed).