Why do people get up in the morning? To go to work, to earn money to pay for food, or rent, or tax, or electricity, or clothes, or water, or whatever else. Why? So they can continue to go to work, and repeat the whole thing. Why???

I've never understood the concept of 'finding' oneself, in no small part due to the fact that I'm a personality-less dude who is best summed up by being equated to a background character in a scene in a movie or tv show. I'm a blank page that mirrors the personality of whichever other person happens to be close by. So why anything? 

Life is utterly meaningless, and I have no drive. Work doesn't provide me with anything other than money, which I use to survive until I need more of it in order to survive longer. *Why* bother? What the fuck do the rest of the 7 billion people on this rock see in life that I don't? I honestly just feel like I'm missing something that's so integral... I'm just so tired.