I find it hard to justify on continuing to live.

There are alot of things I could complain about life, so I will. Things are becoming less enjoyable as far as hobbies, employers don't give a shit about you, society as we know it is slowly but surely diminishing due to capitalism, children don't want to learn in school, adults don't want to go to work, corrupt politicians and religious leaders are still prevalent in our daily lives, and people with autism such as myself can't get ahead in life due to neurotypicals ruling over our lives. Not to mention I grew up with a family that never gave a fuck about my wellbeing, and that what ever family that I have left to talk to don't get my problems. I've also concluded that mental health workers don't give a shit about your problems unless if they're collecting insurance money from you. I just try to do the bare minimum to survive and for me it's not even worth doing that anymore. Because people don't care enough to see your potential due to autism, and that there's nothing here for me to stay on this earth. I hardly talk to anyone, and my faith in humanity is gone. There's nothing to look forward to anymore because it's just the same old bullshit no matter what I do. And since this subreddit has a tendency not to respond to posts I barely even see the point of typing this post and even I'd they did respond, they can't do anything anyway. So with this being said, I think I'll just either continue to do drugs until the only thing that will be affective is killing myself. Because life itself and the society surrounding it always tends to disappoint me and I'm not sure how much further I'm able to withstand it.