I don't know who's the real me anymore. 

To interact with all the people in my environment, I made myself "characters" best suited for conversation with them. It was going well at first. I am in positive relationships with everyone because I can freely adapt to their likes and dislikes. After a while, by this I mean half of my life, I'm starting to lose track of who the "real me" is. I don't know if I'm acting just for their convenience or maybe this character is the real me. I'm so scared that my whole life was established on a lie. A character which I made up to be accepted by people. What is my true self? How do I live for myself? What if I lose the people I was in contact with when I finally remember my true self? Will I even remember it at all? It's as if my life has been lived to just give satisfaction for others. Maybe this depressed self of mine is just a mask I've worn all along?