I’m starting to realize why I don’t feel close to people–I haven’t given them the chance to really know me. I just adapt to their personality instead of being who I truly am around them. The thing is, I don’t know who the real me is. I think the “real me” is that person that is able to adjust to everyone and adapt to fit in. I can be charming, funny, serious and a jerk all at the same time because all of those qualities are embedded in me. However, I’m envious of people that are comfortable in their skin. I am not. I don’t think I’ve ever been nor do I think I’ve ever admitted it to anyone or myself. As I sit here, feeling the tears welt up in my eyes, I feel pathetic. I’m close to being 28 years old and I have nothing to show myself. I criticize personality traits I do not agree with, but at least, those people I critique are who they are, all the time. What is wrong me? My body aches, my sense of perception seems to be dwindling and I can’t remember if I’ve taken a bath today. This isn’t me. I’m at a loss.