Abusive parents; being homeschooled; not being told to do chores; having no friends; exposure to horrible things online because of unrestricted internet access; not knowing who I am because I've pretended to be like thirty different people online since I was 12, even myself talking in my head (internal monologue I think it's called) isn't my own voice; living in the middle of nowhere with no jobs and barely any public transport nearby; arthritis that could flare up at any moment and stop me from walking for a few months; random fatigue and sensitivity to heat making any job in the summer impossible; lack of motivation to even get out of bed to eat food; and now I know that humanity is so hypocritical, any empathy is just chemicals or energy firing in the neurons in my brain or something, we literally feel empathy for dogs but not as much for smarter animals like corvids. Nothing about us is really... Idk how to describe it, but like nothing feels real? Like free will, I know it's not real, I change day to day, how is that free will? Nothing I do feels like it's the true me, is there even a true me?
Sometimes I feel okay, but it's not true happiness, I'm just pushing away the knowledge of how reality really is, pretending humans really are all that matters, well basically just not thinking, but eventually the thoughts come out and I think so much about how everything is and get depressed again and remember that I'm not gonna get a job, I'm always moody to my parents, I don't care about my pets, I'm just kind of useless. And if I can't happy OR useful, then like why am I even alive? The things I enjoy even don't make me happy, the only thing I do outside of being in bed all day and scrolling through youtube is play sonic games, and sometimes I just get frustrated and bite myself and then that triggers another depressed episode where I feel a strong feeling that I really need to die to end the suffering I and others who know me feel around me.
I unfortunately can't actually die because my parents would be upset, which is because of empathy I guess, Idk if my dad would be hurt that bad, but I feel like my mum might not want to be alive if I was gone and I'd rather not kill a person, even though I kill animals by walking around anyway... Yeah it's hypocritical as I said before, but I guess my brain really wants me to care about my mum.
I know this stuff might seem not even bad an actually not going to school and not being given chores might make me seem spoiled and privalaged but I think that's a reason I don't have any motivation to do anything because my parents already do everything, and yeah I should feel "bad" for this and I do, but it's not enough to motivate me. I wish it was. I can't even start to get up, I'm mentally trapped in my bed. Sometimes I feel like I'm evil.
Sometimes I can't even tell what I feel, my brain doesn't work, I can't tell what the emotions are I think? It's hard to explain, I know I'm upset and restless and stuff but idk what it is exactly. I felt this yesterday and can't even remember it properly.
Sorry for the super long comment

but yea that's why i dont wanna be alive I very much dislike experiencing existence.