I'm young (still at uni) and doing well by all measures. On track for top marks, actively competing in my field (I get flown around the world at organisers' expense), with internships and connections in top international banks.

My family were dirt poor and loved me only when I was providing, be that working for the family business or handling paperwork (my father is basically illiterate) so the main message of TRP wasn't a new one to me.

Dad trained with the Olympic boxing squad of his country and he trained me to fight from a young age. I'm fit and can fight. I went into gangs for a small while and then left to pursue studies. People love the stories from this and the experience has led to me pretty quickly becoming the leader of any group I'm in.

I spin plates (although have not spoken to them over the summer break, I've been enjoying summer flings). I walk into a room and chicks notice, girls I take on dates go to places I like (various maths museums) and end up grabbing my dick and begging me to fuck them in the bathroom, which I do.

Yet as the title says, I'm unhappy. I attempted suicide many years ago and after that realised fuck it, life doesn't matter and did whatever it was I wanted to do and yet, I'm unfulfilled.

I hate that I can't just relax with a girl. Even ones that have worked their way through the bitch management hierarchy always end up disappointed all too soon (usually because I begin to get comfortable with them and wish that maybe they're special).

Recently the drive to work has begun falling away and I don't feel motivated to do awesome shit, I can feel the depression coming back and it fucking terrifies me.

I don't know what to do to break out of this. TRP has helped me greatly in the past so I ask you to come through for me one more time.