Thousands of wrong choices.

Why?..nothing seems right for me. Who am I? Why am I searching for myself if I'm not even worth it. I ask myself before every answer "Is it worth it?" Most things aren't, but then again, what aren't they worth? What is the "IT"? If searching for myself isn't worth it, than why are all the bad choices not either? I have nothing to lose, anything to gain. But what? How do you take away something, if there's nothing. Digging down into this endless hole, being buried in the problems that never have been solved. Never, will anything make sense. Everything is blurry, Its like im watching my life through a tv screen. I'm just walking down these halls, opening door after door just to find brick walls. Nothing. There really must not be a point, until i open the right door. Which is impossible in the hall filled with thousands of wrong choices.