When I was ten, I had my first thoughts about how pointless life is due to the certainty of death, and how school felt like a nonsensical waste of time.

Now I'm 29 and still feel the same way about life. I've never worked because I don't see the point in doing something I don't actually want to do for hours on end for the sake of pieces of metal. This confusion about absurdity is very deep rooted now.

I live with my parents and still have no interest in making anything of my life because it still feels pointless. I wish I could just ignore how strange it all seems like most people do, but I have no desire to do anything. I'm waiting to die because I have no interest in life or society. Don't know what to do about this.