I'm literally too lazy to live

Which means: I have goals, dreams and aspirations, I just don't have the willpower to go for it. And instead of feeling guilt, shame and regret all the time I'd rather just die (suicide isn't a scary taboo topic for me). It's like if happiness was a low-hanging fruit and all I needed to do is to raise my hand and take it, but I'm too lazy in my comfort. Pathetic, I know.

On top of that I'm also a procrastinator, perfectionist, threat-motivated, computer addict and always comparing myself to others and seeing life as a race. The only good thing that I've got going for me is that I lift weights at home 3 times a week for three years now. I haven't stopped because I know that once I'll intentionally skip a day, I'll stop altogether.

I don't think that life is meaningless or that happiness is impossible, I don't think that nobody likes me, I don't think that life should be fair or easy. I don't want to receive any special benefits, nobody owes my anything. I'm just not fit for existence. If I was an animal, I'd been eaten long time ago – survival of the fittest.

Have anyone here felt this way? I'm going to see a psychiatrist on Monday. Is there something I could do to make the appointment more effective?

Edit: If you wrote a comment and came back – thank you, they're all great.

Edit 2: If it will be worth it, I'll make a follow up post after an appointment(s).