What the fuck is his problem?

All I hear is bullshit complains, how he is "muh suffering" and how "he as hawd life". The only way for him to deal with is POINTLESS drywall PUNCHING.
YOU have done NOTHING to improve or at least make an attempt to move from your stance.
It would be SO SO easy to do ANYTHING with all your free time to improve but instead, YOU PISS IN BOTTLES.
Your mother will be so relieved after your death. You are one big clutter of worthlessness.