I feel like there isn't a point anymore

I've been struggling with anxiety and depression for a few years now, but this past year it just seemed to be the emptiest one. Previously, when I felt numb I had school to keep going. It was that one task that kept remembering me that I was actually doing meaningful stuff and keeping me having social interaction. But that ended last year.

Now everyday is a reminder of how useless I am and how little I'm doing for helping my situation. I can't get the course that I was hoping to study, I can't get a job (so I don't have money for a therapist), my friends ignore my existence every time they have the chance and my parents won't shut up a goddamn day about how useless, bad and fat I am.

Ending my life is a thought that has been present ever since my depression started but now it's becoming a real possibility. I don't really see a point in continuing living the way I'm doing it right now.