I will take a small backpack with a minimal amount of possessions, a sleeping bag, and a tarp, and learn to accustom myself to solitude and my own mental faculties.
Nobody is coming to save us, boyos. Not a foid, or a surrogate mother. Not a friend, or a surrogate father/sibling.
Our soyciety is completely alienated. No bonds are unconditional anymore; they are all voluntary and thus conditional and exploitative.
The only thing still resembling an unconditional bond is that of the nuclear family, which we seek to recreate in our elective relationships, but even this is disintegrating before our very eyes just like the extended family and the tribe before it. Your parents are growing older. They hardly raised you. They will die ignobly, after an unsatisfying retirement (if they even make it there). They may already be divorced/split-up and dead to each other. You have one or two siblings, at best, and rarely see them anymore.
It is over. But it also begins. Descend. Bend with the wind. Become the psychopath that this soyciety values. Abandon all concern for social conformity, morality, and even status. Free yourself through your very weakness and vulnerability; cut off the last, fragile cords which connect you to this world. Die. Truly die inside, so that when you die on the outside, it will make no difference.