So I'm almost 25, I've never had any passion for anything and only a few very vague interests that I would more so consider distractions so keep myself from thinking about my life too much.

I've never really been bad at anything I've tried but I've never been good at anything either, just kinda in-between. I can't seem to latch on to anything long enough for it to mean anything to me and it doesn't help that I've always been incredibly indecisive my entire life. I just feel like I don't have an identity and I can't form one, there's not really a single thing I can stay interested enough in to pursue as a hobby or career or anything.

I just have this indescribable feeling of "meh, I don't really care enough" towards almost everything I've tried or looked into. And because of this I have (when I'm not distracting myself with games/TV) "random" bouts of fairly severe depression often getting close to suicidal thoughts. 

I try not to think about it but damn, I'm just waiting for that spark, at least the most fucking basic glimmer enough to make me think "huh, yeah I could stick with this".. 

Gotta have a goal to push forward in life, but where the fuck is it? What's the point for me right now? I feel like I'm just waiting to die.

I know other people feel the same, but did any of you figure something out? Did you finally find something to be passionate about? Did you have to force something?