Life is purposefully unfair. If it wasn't, would we have the drive to be anybody? Would we be able to make the most of ourselves, push ourselves to do the things we're afraid of? What would be the reason for us to live if we weren't perpetually trying to prove life's unfair cards wrong? I look at people who kill themselves or at least attempt to do so as people who don't understand this paradox. They're a lot of people who can't handle the unfair or that they get more than most people deserve. I guess I'm just saying that I understand why someone would want to end their life because their life was too unfair to bare.