Ivery time I wade into one of these threads there's always a spontaneous remission, but I'll give it a small effort.
You say you are bored. What does that mean. Does the world owe you stimulation? Are you so much a product of a fast paced flower to flower TV instant gratification life style that the first breakdown in your fix and you find yourself at your wits end?
You may be suffering from growing pains, the collision of unexamined assumptions about life and life itself. Nothing to get alarmed about. It happens with great frequency.
Part of the problem is that we are conditioned to feel powerless. Life is boring and that's the end of it. You have to find a means to satisfy yourself via your own resources.
Lets look a bit a boredom. It is lack of stimulation, repetition of actions without any feeling of satisfaction. Feeling, yes feeling, my favorite word. Boredom is the inability to feel, the supression of feeling. Why, because something unpleasant is haunting us, the feeling we are unwanted and unloved, that we are worthless. Better to die than to feel that, or more correctly feel that that is the truth. Well it isn't the truth. It is a lie. There is nothing wrong with you or anybody else. there is just the feeling there is.
If you are truly down and contemplating death, you can profit from professional help to help you become conscious of what is being supressed. It will turn out to be huge for you in the unconscious, but no biggy when exposed to the light. The birthday thingy is a clue that you may be feeling less important than you think you should on that day. Holidays where we were joyous as children are very tough on us in the depression department because they bring up and cause to be activated our supression powers. The act of activly supressing feelings is hell itself.
Letting go is like dying. You remember and reexperience all the ancient pain. But in that suffering there is tremendous and full life. You truly are and it only goes so deep. Beyond that you were a beautiful little child and if you cry out all your tears that's where you'll find yourself.
Once upon a time my world was black and I knew that I would never be happy. Here is a story that helped me save myself.
A man was chased over a cliff by a tiger. He clung there desparately to a root, the muscles in his arms slowly tiring. Le looked down to see another tiger below. Then he noticed a strawberry growing besides him on the cliff face. He plucked it and it tasted so good.