I'm not depressed, I hate the idea of living in this world

I absolutely despise the fact that I have to work non-stop just to sustain myself and not be broke. I've always had a passion for learning, I guess you could say that I'm a very inquisitive person but I really can't be bothered to do anything besides surviving and I hate this. It feels like this weight is holding me down, like a chain - I go from point A to B to provide, shuttle myself back home, be depressed and sleep before the whole process repeats because I have to - I have absolutely no desire to better myself when all I can think about is having a place to sleep, food to eat and the means of doing basic hygiene. I hate to say it, but this is a miserable existence, it feels like a chore.