yeah my landlord accepts my value for staying in its property

$4,820

http://www.cadaverforsale.com/q.asp

Oh, this just brightened my gloomy day with a black light. Thank you.

This question is incomplete: it's necessary to specify for whom.

For myself: yes, I can extract some good things from my existence
For my kiths, friends and relatives (including online ones): yes, they enjoy conversations with me, they will miss me if I'll be gone, etc
For some Internet users: yes, I have value, as I can participate on some projects, start new project, even post in the blog or forums
For other 99,9999% of people: no, they doesn't care that I exist and will not notice if I'll be gone

$4,315.. swell.

i guess i could say that i find some positive value in myself, if not only momentarily, but none the less. definitely can't say i'm sure about what others think of me in that light though, aside from those from online who feel the same about themselves.. guess we find value in having each other to eliminate some lonliness. -shrug-.

I have plenty of value. The sum of money the government extracts from me every year in taxes.

I could always sell a kidney.

I'd be content if people just lived, but they're always comparing, holding you & everyone else to subjective standards and stuff, so whatever. I don't really care to be part of it.

We're alive and then we die, no need to sweat the details, just be--atleast that's how I wish it were.

$3,920 (Well that made me feel like a real winner )

I have value. Sorry for the lack of modesty, but I'm not going to try to make myself sound like useless cunt when I know I'm not. I feel useless at times, but realistically, I work. I contribute to society. My friends don't hate me. So socially and economically speaking, I have value. And potential since I'm still quite young.

But sometimes I feel like I gotta live hard and die young. So I don't end up forty and realizing my glory days were when I was eighteen. But those thoughts only occur every so often.

No. Not at all.

Sometimes I'm filled with this self-hatred that's so extreme that I just start throwing myself into whatever hard surface there is closest to me. I just want to destroy myself. But no matter what I do to myself, nothing makes that voice go away, nothing makes me anything more than a worthless, depressive, privileged waste of carbon. There is no punishment severe enough to satiate that voice inside.

I can't kill myself. I have a duty to keep on living. But sometimes I wish someone would just get tired of listening to me and do the job for me.

I feel valuable to myself. I hope I'm valuable to my loved ones. I try to be.

$3,055 apparently t_t

but it's a kinda complicated question because I actually like the idea that everything I do is pointless.
I enjoy meaninglessness. So I find value in things that have none.

sometimes