watch your tone there, friend. we're all very much willing to give you advice while you're in a difficult place - which we're conviced you're in, when you say things like "I have nothing" or "fuck this planet, I can never understand it" - but don't mistake that for unconditional love. A lot of us have been in some pretty shit places in life, and won't take kindly to you lashing out.
Anyway, it's pretty obvious that you're worried about a bit more than having a normal life; you're deeply unhappy, man, and we just want to help you get somewhere where you won't feel like horrific garbage anymore. If you don't really feel like that, well, everybody needs to vent sometimes, and we might have blown this out of proportion a bit. If you do, well...
Multiple times a week my dad tells me I need a job by x week and I need to be out of the house in like a year. Outside of this house I have nowhere to go. No one else to lean on, and the housing/rental market is so fucked that I'm never going to afford my own place. Now I can count the number of times an employer called me back for an interview in my entire life with my own two hands, because its never reached the double digits. In the last four months I'd just need one finger. Out of hundred and hundreds of applications. I am going to die in one year, its literally that simple. Your advice to that is to just not worry about it and lie about how everything is perfect. Lie about how I need food to survive.
Now lets pretend instead of getting employment, I'm just rolling a six sided die, numbered one through six. I've rolled it a million times and its never given me a seven. Your solution is to roll it another million times, and another million times. It just didn't roll seven because I didn't believe hard enough that it would.
Fact of the matter is I did basically everything I could do correctly, but ultimately everything else outside of my control rolled up negative so I fail anyway. That's how life works.