I hate to live
The eradication of SNS noise, and this wretched dissatisfaction with work. In my life, the absolute majority of my time is consumed by social media and a fucking pointless job. I want to escape this miserable existence as soon as possible.
Quitting is easy. I have Fuck You Money. There isn't a single shred of a reason for me to cling to a worthless job with a dogshit salary. I utterly loathe going to a stressful workplace every single day while harboring nausea and stomach aches. I can't stand wasting my precious time visiting a psychiatric clinic either.
In the first place, I feel pure hatred toward my parents for bringing me into this garbage life. Be grateful? Don't make me laugh. Look around. Everywhere you look, it's nothing but suffering. As Schopenhauer said, in a fucking hell like this, creative activity is the only way to maintain one's sanity. Yet, even that freedom is stolen from me. How the hell am I supposed to live?