Going homeless in a week, my parents had enough of me.

I am 25 years old. I hate the fundamental aspect of life that one has to work to survive. Be it anything, really. It doesn't matter if it's a factory or some "dream job that I would do anyway." Simply the concept of work drives me insane, and I would sooner hang myself than do it like a robot. I have seriously contemplated suicide because I do not want any job, and nothing has ever been able to change my attitude towards things. Neither psychologists, psychiatrists, nor any medication. But honestly? I don't even want to change my worldview, even if it costs me my life. I don't care if I freeze to death as a homeless person; nothing will click in a good direction for me, and if I die, so be it, but work is so revolting that I won't go near it.

Every job description I read sounds miserable, no matter how much they pay for it. I'll write it down here again: it doesn't matter what the task is, even if it's video editing work that I like to do at home for 5 hours a week. The fact that I would have to spend a minimum of 40 hours/week on something I'm forced to do and be told what to do, well, everyone who offers me such a thing can get lost.

I just want to watch YouTube all day, travel, and try new foods for FREE, and I'm not willing to give anything in return. As I wrote, 10+ years of therapy couldn't change my outlook on life, and I never let any professional do so. I want to play video games, create art (YouTube videos that no one watches or video game streaming), and laugh at internet memes. All of this without sacrificing 40 hours a week on something burdensome. I just want to enjoy being alive. Honestly, I can't imagine or find a job where I wouldn't want to kill myself after a week.

Self-sustainability is out of the question because it’s a full-day job. The hippie/homeless life in Tenerife is out because I don't want to lower the comfortable life of the average person. I can still rely on my parents for a bit, but who knows how long? They have often told me that they hate me for my outlook on life and that I am just a societal burden. I don't have the stomach for a SugarMommy/Daddy. I couldn't make a living from art. I have neither the face, persistence, creativity, nor talent, and I would only do art for 5-10 hours a week at most.