It's like this world is designed to make people feel helpless, and it's a system some people can't survive in.
Automation. No contact info. Over development. Over legislation. Geotracking. Car breakdowns. Shadowbans. Deplatforming. Planned obsolescence. Quarantine. Algorithms. Echo chambers. Impossible Captchas. News outlets. Megacorps. Smog. Bullshit.
It's all bullshit. It's not all designed to kill, but bits and pieces are, and whether it is or not the effects are the same.
No agency. It will kill us, and the people in power will be glad when it does, because we're just like their ancestors. The ones that got them somewhere above all of the bullshit. The asphixiation. But we'll never have a chance at happiness. There's a pit of hell custom fitted especially for those who need to be free.
I don't think suicide will save me from my misery, I know I'll find a way to be miserable anywhere I go, even if that's nowhere.