Future Of Humanity...

I haven't posted in awhile, haven't really been up to it. I've been so depressed, sometimes it feels like to much of an effort to even breathe, much less anything else. When I get to where I'm thinking about ending it all, I break down and go to chat to try and keep myself occupied so that I can try and avoid doing the dreaded "Self Injury" thing, since people (my psychiatric medication doctor) tend to freak out so badly when I do it. When I get to chat, a place that has people representing virtually every place in the world in it, I usually end up finding myself filled with even more hopelessness and dread. These people, from all over the world, seem to be filled with so much animosity, hatred, loathing, fear, intolerance, and even cruelty, that many times I just sit and cry as I watch them speaking about how they feel about other human beings, as if they were talking about cockroaches that have infested their homes, with no more compassion or empathy than they would treat a flat tire with. It truly leaves my heart aching to see how little hope that we as a species have, when we have evolved so little in the parts of us that matter so very much, in the parts of us, that in essence, are the very things that make us human beings. People do not see the bigger picture. They don't see how, like a rippling affect when a stone is thrown into the water, everything that we do moves out to touch others around us, and things that those people do reaches out to touch those people around them, and so forth. It seems to be a never ending cycle of bitterness that is destined to swallow us, to devour us whole, if we do not wake-up and make drastic changes soon. People may say that it is my illness that fills me with these feelings of doom, to them I would say, take off those blinders and take a good, hard look at the world in which we live, and what we face in the future is blatantly clear from our past and our present... when you see, you will be as disheartened at what you see as I am. When one loses all hope, what do we have left?