Why would anyone willingly live and work every single day? That seems so incredibly boring and miserable. I cannot believe that a single person who doesn’t make incredibly much money or has their passion as a job could be content and happy. I get that you need money to live a good life, but I don’t even want to live if it means I’ll have to work for it every single day. I never wanted to live in the first place. There’s not a single reason why I should actually want to be alive. My existence has no meaning or reason. Only stuff like that I don’t want to make my family sad stops me from dying.