Hating those voices in my head...

It's something that everyone struggles with.  The question of where one is going in life, or really just life in general.  Yet in a fit of egotism that is so befitting of humans in general, it's all the more painful and salient when dealing with oneself. 

Why does it have to hurt?  Why does everything have to feel so empty?

Yet you have to shove those feelings aside, just to move on.  But what are you moving toward?  That vague and forever distant future that offers no tangible promise.

What the hell are you struggling for?  Why do you keep trying?