I (22) love my mom, but I can’t wrap my head about the idea of working 35 hrs a week for 48 weeks only to take a week of vacation each year and watch the Bachelorette. The only reason I would carry on if I were her would be for me and my brother (I’m a fuck-up to be and my brother is a successful narcissist). Which makes it impossible for me to discuss how uninterested I am in living this kind of life, cause the last thing I want is to drag her into my depressed state of mind. I don’t understand how people are fine with living like this. The only good reason I can think of for living happily is to raise kids, and I wouldn’t do that to any kid. It’s so absurd that some people who would do anything to stay alive are dying and some people who have good reasons to give up on life cherish it, while I’m painfully too uninterested in it to live one that is worthy of staying around for it. I won’t kill myself because I don’t want to hurt anyone, and I’m much to poor and lazy to obtain drugs, which would also hurt my family. I’ve tried all those things that should make you feel good (exercise, good grades, money, reading books and stuff), but they are not worth it. Anyone here found a way to make their disdain in life less aching?