Like Sisyphus I Am Bound To Hell

Insomnia and bipolar will be the death of me. I’ve been trying (and failing) to sleep for 5 hours so of course I’m just miserable at this point.
I really hate my life and myself. I would honestly be happy to die. I don’t have any friends, my relationship is a mess, I’m not doing well in college which means I won’t get in to grad school, and I’m fucking miserable at home. I literally just see no point.
Everyone always says I’m mean and angry so I may as well get all of my negativity out of their lives so they can at least be happy.