There is no "me". My personality, hobbies, interests, goals, and even the way I speak changes weekly, daily, sometimes hourly. All I do is desperately cling to whatever fills the void. I become obsessed with hobbies or career goals because I envy the dedication and ambition of people who truly practice those hobbies. But then I quit because either I don't really enjoy that hobby or because I can't handle failure. The only thing I've ever been successful at is my recently developed eating disorder, which is my current obsession, but I think it's slowly driving me insane and part of me really doesn't want any of the long term effects (mostly the hair loss thing, I need my hair, it's my coping mechanism), but without it I'll lose everything I am and the only sense of accomplishment I've ever felt. 

Basically, lately I feel like I want to take steps to get better, but how can I see a point in getting better when there's no person underneath it all to be "better"?