What is a man supposed to do?!

Seriously, what is a man supposed to do?! What am I supposed to do, when life is so overwhelmingly indescribable?! Oh man; when do the days end, and my soul be put to rest? When will I be able to live again? It's like I'm drowning in all of this, and times getting ever tougher. Please tell me that there is no possibility that time will continue. For my world has become too much to withstand, and the reality is all that I want to escape; feels like a world without empathy, or sympathy. And I can't truly trust anyone. So let me look forward to when time ceases to exist, for that is the only good way for me. So tell me, what is a man supposed to do? Doesn't matter how much wealth, how much strength, how many friends, how many materials one has; the result is always the same; a world that practically doesn't have show sympathy or empath;. A world which, from my perspective, is only mundane, because every day I wake up in the same house, and move around the same places. It's all the same, day to day. Sure, everyday is ok, for some time, but not everyday for 24 years!