So I've been doing a lot of thinking, only to get stuck at a specific thought: Who exactly am I? My opinions change constantly, often over the same things. I claim to hate something I used to love, and adore things that I would normally never be caught dead supporting. What if I'm merely an empty shell that just lets all of the feelings and opinions of others and the media control what I think? But why, then, do I turn around and hate the very things they all like? Because I want to be different? Why do I appear to be so obsessed with this desire to be as much of an individual as I possibly can?
I don't even know if my opinions are my own anymore, or even my dreams. Do I really want to get into IT? Do I really want to write novels? Do I even really love the so-called "love of my life"? What if everything I think and say and do aren't things I really want to, and are just the collective results of my insecurities that people around me and the media fuel?
Maybe it's because I think I'm good for nothing, possessing no inherent skills or useful qualities, and the skills I could learn don't pique enough of my interest to have much hope of going anywhere. Maybe it's depression, confusion, or a severe lack of confidence. Maybe it's all of those. If someone were to ask me, "Where do you see yourself in five or ten years?", I'd have no idea what to say to them. I don't know what I want to do with my life. I don't even know who I even am. I'm a man with a name, and that's all I can say for a certainty. What is the purpose of a life that's seemingly going nowhere? I just...feel like empty space all the time.

And I know people will try to cheer me up, but it never works. They'll give me suggestions and I'll put on my best fake smile and pretend that they're helping me, but they're not. No matter what, I always have these thoughts in my head, questioning why I'm even here and who I am, what the purpose of my existence is, etc. I could say gaming is what keeps me going, and for the most part, it is. But that's sad. It's as if all I'm doing is enjoying what little I can as I slowly waste away.
Kinda seems pointless, I guess; posting my troubles on a forum and then saying nothing can really help. I suppose if other people have similar issues, they're free to vent in this topic if they wish. But hey, while words of encouragement may not work well with me, they're appreciated all the same.

I can always expect cleverness from you, Fanner. It is true that the Pokemon ranting is what triggered these thoughts yet again, but it's far from being the root cause.

