What am I doing?

What am I doing? Wandering through life job after job with no real accomplishments or goals. I'm young but I feel as if death is stalking me, awaiting to make its move. But does it really matter? Why are we on this earth, really? Is there a true reason? Its not ganna matter if I'm a bum living of the system, just casually going about my day to day life, or if I'm famous on the brink of self distructuoin. Cause we're all dead in the end any way. Thats the one thing we all have in common. So does it matter what we do while we're here? If I die today who will remember me tomorrow. Is it fair that some people are born with a silver spoon in there outh while others are born just to starve to death the rest of there lives. Live isn't fair and never will be.
I need to do something. I need out of this rutte, this blague routine I'm stuck in and struggling to be free of. Is there hope, hope for the weak and fearful. I shure hope so or I'm doomed like the rest of them. I am trying though I give myself that much credit. I hope its not false hope. I have been stricken with false hope before and trust me it is not a good feeling.
It well be an up hill battle for me that I am willing to fight. I don't want to be famous, but I do want to be regonized. Hopefully as a good writer. I know I'm far from that recognition, but like I said I'm trying. Thats all I can do, try and fight everyday. Stop with the drug sedation, set goals, and stop taking advice of criminals. These are all goods things I think will help, hopefully.
If I don't succeed theres not much more to loose, not dignity, money, or sanity. These things are gone. Well, some sanity remains for now. Maybe I should just follow the words of Hunter S. Thompson and "buy the ticket, take the ride."