My life is so lost and confused and empty. Ever since I can remember I've always lacked a direction. Previously that was OK because I didn't need one; I could just lose myself in escapism and pursuing my interests without worry. Now the stress is catching up to me with my parents pressuring me hard to find a job after 2 years of NEET. Work is hell for me. I simply can't do it. They just had a talk with me yesterday to make plans for finding work over the weekend. I went to bed thinking of suicide and since I woke up, for the past few hours it's all that's on my mind. Trying to find the right method. Every time this stuff gets brought up I always want to die. Now it seems they are serious about forcing me, and it will probably escalate quickly over the coming months. I can't do the social shit, hell I don't even know how to drive (nor am I interested in learning). I just miss when things were easier, and even if I wasn't very happy I could at least escape into entertainment.
Knowing that I will have to lose huge 8-10 hour chunks every day to activities that make me want to bathe in acid, is giving me endless stress. I am pulling my hair out like crazy and have a bald spot near my left temple now. They keep saying "Let's find something that you want to do, turn your passions into work," but they can't seem to grasp that it is work ITSELF that I despise. Even if I had such a passion, it would inevitably be killed by forcing myself to get up at 7 AM every day, ride a disgusting public bus for 90 minutes, and subject myself to the torment that is work for the entire day, until after my commute home, I'm so exhausted that I don't have any time or energy to enjoy my brief period of freedom before I have to force myself to go to bed so I can be up on time to start the cycle all over again tomorrow.
I just want to avoid them this weekend but I know time is closing in on me. Even if I could avoid them indefinitely, they would end up coming to me sooner rather than later. I don't even have a door I can lock or sturdy walls to protect me from their intrusions. No, I have two fucking shower curtains in a corner of the basement with a bed and PC inside. There is no soundproofing in this fucking house and I can hear them fucking sneeze from two floors down. This compounded by the fact that I suffer from severe misophonia. These people treat me so horribly, and they expect me to be grateful, for getting this amazing "chance" at life, which they in fact forced on me. This amazing "chance," to experience the hell of work for decades until my body is rotten and decaying. This amazing "chance," to have my childhood ruined by physical, mental, and emotional abuse, because my mom didn't realize marrying an alcoholic abusive neglectful asshole, while it might give her vagina tingles, would inevitably destroy any chance of success her children would have. This "chance" to go to school every day throughout my childhood, any imagination and happiness being slowly destroyed by the endless grind of routine and forced conformity. This great "chance," to experience anxiety, OCD, and depression, to see my world collapsing around me, to comprehend just how much I've lost and can never get back.
Every day I see so many people acting happy, and blissful, with girlfriends and stable families and buddies that they hang out with, who in fact enjoy their lives a great deal, and I realize that I will never, ever have any of that, because I am so socially FUCKED that girls are repulsed by me, and nobody wants to hang out with me. Now in the face of this, I am told that I can't even try to enjoy solitude, in fact I must be FORCED to interact with disgusting humans every day, people who hate me and whom I have grown to hate. I must be FORCED to see beautiful women, kind, innocent, some of them perhaps even virgins, who are compelled to look upon me with contempt and loathing, to whom I am so worthless that I don't deserve even the time of day. And to know that no matter what I do, I will always be a lowly worm, who despises his life and everyone in it, for I have been so corrupted by this world that it would take a fucking miracle to change me. Just another shitty self-hating indecisive beta male faggot, like my pathetic abusive father, and despite all my efforts in adolescence, I was unable to overcome his toxic influence.
So I ask you, what can be done? Can anything be done at all? Or am I doomed to suffer this way for the rest of my life? I am so close to suicide that I can fucking taste it. Every day, this life reveals new depths of its hatred for me. Yet I still have some small measure of hope left, that this can somehow be fixed or reversed. But >>>/r9k/ brought me here!, this dream seems nearly impossible. After all, I can't even decide what I really want from my life, or what kind of person I want to be. How can I achieve my dreams if I'm not even really sure what they are? Or what I am?