Hmmm... I don't know what to say, I'll tell you about my situation.
I come from a very working class background. I don't have a father, and my mum could never afford to buy or rent a place. When she finally managed to put some money together and got a flat, it turned out there was a very violent family of gypsies living next door and she we basically had to leave. My mum resold the flat for less money than what she paid for it, but the government still fined her for "speculating", so she lost most of the money and she could never again afford a flat.
So I lived with my grandma until I was 18, and it was fucking horrible, because she is the most annoying person on Earth and doesn't understand the concept of personal space. She entered my room at will without knocking on the door every day. She moved my things all the time to the point where I lost stuff, including homework. She is constantly stressed and she was telling me all the time what to do, she wouldn't shut up for a minute. So I have kind of a trauma with her, to this day I can't stand her and seeing her actually stresses me out A LOT, I can't stand it.
My mum got by however she could, at one point she was working two full time jobs, so about 80h per week. Then sometimes she'd be unemployed. We were living from benefits sometimes, yes. We were getting about $800 (gonna translate all currencies to dollars for you) per month then. It wasn't pretty.
So when I was 18 I said "fuck this shit" and I just left as far as possible, so I even left the country, with the excuse that I wanted to learn English. I left with $600 and a budget flight company ticket. I found a shitty job and a shitty room in a shared flat. I was earning $1000 a month and paying $400 for my tiny room, though I was so used to spending little that I actually saved money. I left gaming also because I didn't want anything from my previous life, including my pirated PS2 (yes, it was pirate or nothing for me...).
But at that point I was the happiest man on Earth. I had a shit tiny room and a shitty job money-wise, but I met a lot of great people, had fun and was finally independent, and that was fucking heaven.
When I felt confident with my English, I got a degree which I payed for with loans. I met my current wife and we rented a room together, STILL sharing a flat. We payed $800, but I got a better job that payed $1800 a month and I started to teach Spanish on my own for some extra income. My now wife was on a student visa and could only work 10h/week so I was maintaining her with that. It was tough for both but those were some of the happiest months in my life.
Even in that situation we managed to save some money. We got married and finally we could forget about visas. Now, after getting my degree, marrying and moving to her country, I found a good job, I can choose my timetable however I want and work as many hours as I want, and I'll earn about $28/h which for me is great. It also seems my wife will get a nice job. So I'm finally entering middle class. My mum also got a great job and she's saved a lot so she'll probably finally be able to have a normal life.
I don't know if this will be useful in any way, because my story is not too common. I just wanted to tell you how I've also gone through very, very shit phases.
I'd say don't give up, don't focus all your attention to the government and do whatever you need to do to get out of there. If you dislike living with your parents, go away, no matter how hard. Find a shitty room that can be paid for with your shitty job, but you'll be independent. Then from then take it one step at a time, and learn to be happy with what you have. I don't have much else to tell you, this probably won't help you much but it's all I have to say. Good luck.
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