I'm tired of my life. I've thrown it away as it is. I party all the time, I've done drugs excessively, my grades are terrible. I've had sex with nine girls and I don't even know If I could remember all of their names. My friends are terrible. I'm just done living, I'm not in a crazed state of mind, I'm calm and collected and I know I don't want to have to go through misery every day. My question is if I kill myself (If I can have the guts to) will I go to hell?
I don't know the answer to your question.
I drank heavily from age 17 to 30+. I abused prescription drugs. I was in some bad relationships. I hung out often with people I didn't like. At some point I snapped, all the depression and anxiety and crap came on at full force. I had to quit my job, haven't worked since. All my relationships failed. I didn't know who or what I was, the only thing I knew that I can't take the torment, I had to keep drinking and taking pills so that I could feel anything but despair or emptiness. I never wanted to kill myself, but I was afraid that I would - so I a) cried for God to help, and b) got help.
Therapy, hospitals, programs, ECT, AA, everything. I rebelled for years, even in treatment. At some point, something clicked. I started to understand myself better. I embraced my weaknesses. I kept only the friends who really cared for me, I stopped drinking - although I still take benzos, but I got an agreement with my doctor: every time I renew the prescription, I get a little less. I won't abuse them anymore. It will be a real test for me when the doses get very small, but it is what it is.
I'm still not "great", probably never will, but I have so much more peace now. Not only did I get through, God helped me through too. It took time, yes, but it was a good lesson for me. Along the way I met good people, those little shining beacons of hope, who had been through much and who showed much real love, compassion and hope. They helped me, some even without knowing it. I noticed that I could help some of them too.
You can be that beacon of hope. You can anything else, too. Get help, brother. Get any help you can. Stop doing what you hate. You will start to notice people who are like you. They will start to notice you. Things will start to happen, and you will see much more than you knew you could. You are nowhere near a lost cause, just get out of the stuff you hate. God will hear you. Cry out to Him.
Said a little prayer for you.