It's a hard realization to discover one does not have an identity. A collection of preferences and opinions but none too concrete that they can't shift on a whim. 

Most of my quirks and traits are borrowed from elsewhere, often subconsciously. 

Given the scattering of my BPD homies to the winds, I'm even more sure about my lack of a discernible identity. 

Damn I'd love to pick up a hobby I actually enjoy and gets me out of my head. 

Keep on learnin' y'all, it's lifelong...