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.
Are you white? There isn’t any. Get a job that keeps you alive, buy or build (“illegally”) a homestead somewhere away from everyone else. Live as long as you can. No one will ever do anything else or fix society in any way, but you can at least spare yourself a lifetime of psychological torture.