feels like I'm slipping a l-lot

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I feel like calamity is just around the corner, so I've come for an outside opinion. My life has become simplified, which I thought I'd enjoy, but it's beginning to wear on me, weighing more than it's worth I suppose.

my day
>wake up, sort and eat whatever junk i've bought impulsively.
>Depending on when I have work, I'll bake and read politics if I've the time
>wait for a taxi to pick me up
>awkward ride, I'm stubbornly an introvert, with little to offer in a conversation to usually a complete stranger
>arrive at work, I do the dishes for a kitchen in a supermarket part-time (its REALLY big on making tasty snacks or grab/go stuff)
>share a few laughs with coworkers and other employees, but am otherwise alone in my work
>the only guy there that I connected with was fired last week
>we were only friends because of drugs/age/memes, some of his qualities/choices I despised
>BUT ANYWAY, at the end of the night, 9pm or 10pm, I wait for a taxi to take me home.
>Short smoke in my room, usually with vidya until 11pm.
>i sleep

my food situation is good, as the supermarket has a significant discount for its workers. there's also plenty of scraps around if the boss ain't around. Money wise, I've been saving for a car. I don't have much, as having a lot of money would prolly cause my anxiety to arrive for some reason.

It's just that in the past year, I appear to have more control over my life than ever. Yet all I do is smoke, watch foodporn and work. In a month I'll be starting two classes at a college, though I doubt I'll manage the classes, the job, and my intoxication time.

I'm 19, male, virgin, political fag, selective history buff, listens to hardcore punk/melodeath/pol-deathcore. I think I know where I'm going in life, and I believe I've the means to get there, but why the damn feels life? I should be happy right?