Leonardo said:

Weeping silently by myself. I have my ups and downs, like always, but each passing day is torture, and utterly, utterly meaningless. Every night I go to bed at 4am, and "wake up" at 11. I'm going slightly mad.

I don't love myself.

I can't.

Well anyone who can think kind thoughts about me is maybe a little crazy, but certainly worthy of love in return. I don't know much about you, but you seem to have a noble spirit and are not afraid to offer your friendship to a guy who doesn't really deserve it. I am honored to be your friend and think you have to be at least a little bit easier on yourself.

I mean, I don't know why you can't love yourself, but I certainly understand the feeling! I think I also know what you mean about the meaninglessness of life. I do not know why I am doing anything. I don't have a reason to live. I don't have close personal connections and I don't think I have a great expectation of the future, but in the end you might exist just to be able to share your empathy and understanding of life's pain with another during their time of need. I know you did that for me. I really want to do the same for you.