No Matter How Pure It Is, It Is Useless!

I am unable to integrate into society, and I don't want to add a burden to society, but my brain is thinking and my stomach is crying and I can't stop. How could it be like this? I obviously do it for everyone's good. I have obviously thought more than others since I was a child. I have understood from an early age that my academic ranking does not determine everything, and I will definitely become a thinker. But at the age of 20, I have become an unemployed vagrant who graduated from junior high school. Can I only maintain my life by writing novels to satisfy false fantasies? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.