I have no idea what I'm doing.

I have no clue where my life is going. I'm not suicidal but I never thought I'd be grown up, paying bills and shit. I'm 28, still live at home, and don't honestly know where i'm going. I wish I had a purpose but I feel I have none. Even procreating doesn't seem like something I'm good for. If you knew me in real life you'd know I'm not the life of the party or the guy wanting a pity party. I know nobody will see this but writing it down feels good.

I have a full set of dentures. I have no job right now, my car is broke down, my priorities are misplaced, my chest is concaved, and I have an INFP myers briggs personality. I think I'm lost in this world and feel I'd be more comfortable in something else's skin.