"It's like a never ending quest....who am I?"

This line resonates so deeply. I have no clue who I am. I can distinguish between the others, based on their tone of voice, their likes, dislikes, hobbies. However, when it comes to me, I have no clue. All I really know about me is my name, that I have a temper, that I like the colour black and that I love my dog to bits. The rest is just guess work. I have no idea what my true interests are, or what i don't like. Most days, it feels like I'm merely the body, the shell for whoever needs to do what they need to do. I just go along with it. I'm beginning to think that there is no distinguishing between me and them. I am them, and they are me. My hobbies are their hobbies, and their hobbies are mine. My dislikes and likes are theirs and theirs are mine. I see no other way to think of it. Trying to distinguish and seperate us into "them" and "me" has had me going in circles for months,now. I'm done trying to distiguish and seperate myself from them...