Venting Can't Do Anything Knowing the End

[Unsure and Useless]

Knowledge truly is a curse. Knowing that life is just going to be an endless cycle of work, shit, eat, repeat gives me no motivation to work. Every day I wake up, I know I'm one day closer to being forced to join the rat race. I keep missing assignments; I find myself unable to attend classes; I fail to maintain my own hygiene. There is no point. I'm just a pawn in this society. I was born to be another rich man's source of income. I should've CTB before DMC went down. I don't know how anyone can do anything knowing that they're just working towards an end where they get worked to death because some billionaire wanted more money

I want to rot here. I want to make use as much time as I have not being someone else's moneybag. If I die, I die free. It is not an honorable death. I want to die in my own filth. However, it is a death where I remain me