Is life just an endless grind until you finally die?

I swear life has just been working needless jobs just to survive and for what? To live? To reproduce? I have a love life that is dull and no friends. Maybe it's because of my pessimistic attitude but that's just who I am. If the only meaning of human life is to reproduce and create more tortured souls I say fuck it. I'm tearing away from this shit. I'm done working the grind. I always found sleep the best thing in life. Well I hear it's the best thing in death. Any reason to disagree?
Is life just an endless grind until you finally die?
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