Struggles with Identity and Stress

Why is life such a skibidi toilet of stress? Lowkey, I wanna move back but then I cry because my goons are here. It is like I am on the edge, tired of this sigma grind that keeps hitting me like cars in traffic. I just want to rot in bed, avoiding all the bullshit and pressure. It is exhausting trying to figure out who I am, boy or girl, while feeling like I am just reliving the past. Why are we here if it is just to suffer? Friends and memories sound cool, but what is the point if it ends in the void? I just want to feel something, anything, to escape this goon life.