Our only purpose being alive is falling in love and reproducing as human beings. Everything else is filler. And if you never fall in love, what’s the point of living?
But killing yourself is so difficult. So you just fester, rot, become more unloveable and older. And the urge to kill yourself just gets bigger. You could never learn to be alone. You just plug up the holes like a sinking ship.
You are wrong. The only purpose in life is comfort. Whether that involves reproduction, romance, lazing around as much as possible, working 16 hour days, living alone, living with family, raising pets, exercising, living unhealthy, worshipping a god, finding a girlfriend, finding three girlfriends, giving to charity, living a life of crime out of necessity, living a life of crime for the thrill of it all...etc. It's all up to the individual. You don't get to decide that the whole of humanity needs love and children to be happy or to feel fulfilled. That may be YOUR answer, and by all means, do everything in your power to achieve such comforts, but don't try to speak for everyone else. Thank you.
Also, on a side note, killing yourself is the easiest shit ever. The human body is fragile as hell, and most of the time you end up killing yourself on accident just because of how fragile life is. Age has nothing to do with being loveable, and some of us are doing just fine living alone.