High school wasn't that bad-- my grades were good, got 4s on all my AP exams, I challenged myself a bit, got into my state school, had a small circle of close friends. But I don't really know if I want to read and write and spend 4 years for a degree. It all feels so depressing now as I am typing this alone in my room while the sun is setting, wishing I never had to work another day in my life again. I can't seem to really search for any meaning.
Sounds like a personal problem. You need to put in the work and effort to get there otherwise you’ll be a corporate slave forever.
> I am not that guy nor are you.
I am exceptionally racist, so that’s not true either.