Thank you, the there's one big difference: I'm turning 22 in about three months. And I already feel like life, my life, is just empty, pointless, and a lot of wasted time. Like my goals are inherently empty, since they won't lead to anything, then will all just disappear once I'm dead.

Guess I'm more bothered than I thought.

I tried to think up what it is I want. What I would need to say "that's it?":

I would need to be intelligent and rational enough to never feel threatened by smarter people (rather, to be considered one of them)
I would need to be thin and attractive enough to not loathe my appearance.
Have all my health problems cleared up.
Have successfully created the persona I always wanted, being charming and not socially awkward.
Eat strictly enough and exercise hard enough to not self-reproach at the mention of other's regimens.
Be self-sufficient and debt-free.
Have a comfortable place to live, a wardrobe of clothes I like, and enough food I like.
Have a set of principles up to my own standards that I do not falter from.
Maybe some kind of power position somewhere.

Sounds like a lot, and honestly I think some of these are a bit impossible...but even so, seeing as all of these are ends in themselves, even if I could be smart, pretty, and principled enough, it would just be a hollow goal since I would have no interests or experiences in which to exercise these traits. Smarts don't mean much if you don't even care enough about anything to derive pleasure from contemplation; looks and charm are kind of useless if you never interact with anyone.

It did occur to me that maybe while pursuing these things, I could encounter new ideas and experiences that could inspire more fulfilling goals. But...how can I know that?