Logical Endgame

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I find that lately I've been considering where my life is heading in more logical terms than I have on previous occasions, and I find that I'm having trouble countering my thoughts on some issues. For several years I've known that I want my life to end by my own hand, suicide essentially, but that has always been because I cannot envision myself being happy to live past an age that I think might be around my fiftieth birthday or so. I always thought that I would live my life, and then when I was around fifty and felt there was nothing left to be gained (I don't want children; so no children to watch succeed and subsequently no grandchildren to watch grow) I would end my life with some dignity. Lately I have been considering moving up the date significantly. It's not even because I'm extremely depressed, it's because I don't see the point in continuing to live a life I find no comfort and satisfaction in. I'm nearly through with my first semester of college and have found neither a haven for thought nor classes that challenge me. The only career I can say I actually want is little more than a dream, and now it's a dream that largely depends upon my being able to transfer colleges, which would mean moving from my childhood home for the first time, and it would also mean college expenses that my parents seem to insist cannot be afforded (which is strange, considering they were fully willing to send me to an even more expensive private college out in Boston, as opposed to this public college in Denver). The financial concerns are compounded by the fact that I cannot get a job despite dozens upon dozens of applications to all sorts of locations for all sorts of positions. I also have almost no friends to speak of, and I am not close to my family, even though I still live with my parents. There isn't much that I feel is keeping me tethered here, aside from a few loose ends that need resolving (namely the novel I'm editing and the application to said college I just submitted). I don't imagine anything new will pop up in my life to make me feel there is a connection I am unwilling to sever. I simply do not see the point of suffering through a life I do not enjoy, with the constant threat of financial turmoil hanging over my head. I do not believe in an afterlife of any sorts, so I have no qualms with death. I find myself thinking that a properly scheduled suicide is not only the logical choice, but he overall best choice as well. I have never felt at home in this world. Perhaps I've nearly over stayed my welcome, and it's almost time for me to leave.
I will add that I am seeing some sort of psychologist (or someone similar) next Tuesday for a formal evaluation and possible diagnosis of my Autism. I know the center my appointment is at offers some counseling for those with Autism that goes hand in hand with the issues I've just detailed, so perhaps something will come out of that.
It's not really that I want to die. I want to live, really. I just don't see the point of doing so without something to live for, and I'd rather not wait a decade or two searching for a reason or a purpose.