All by myself~

You have a lovely family. Amazing friends. A not-so-perfect but awesome boyfriend.
But lets face it. At the end of the day, it's just you. You and your thoughts. You and your mind. You and your feelings. You and your happiness. You and your problems. You and your mind. You and your life. YOU. And just you. Noone else.
You'll try n describe your feelings to everyone you want but does anyone ever actually get it? Do we ever actually get anyone elses feelings? 
When someone tells us a happy story or a sad story...we congratulate them or scream in joy for them or laugh or listen quietly or give advice or console; whatever is needed from us at the moment. But in our heads, we really go back to what we consider our happy/sad place & think about how we felt in that moment to try and understand what the other may be going through. We can never really be in anyone elses place or feel what they feel because it's their unique experience. Not ours. Just like ours isn't theirs.
So what's the point im makin here? Well, I wonder why so few of us are actually comfortable enough with ourselves to be able to realise that & still be happy with it. Because those of us who do realise this, call it being alone. Lonely. Like it's a bad thing. It doesn't have to be a bad thing. I'm not just talking about the times when you're having problems and/or are unhappy. Because even when things are all hunky dory and you're living in your perfect fantasy world sugarcoated with the sweetest candy in the world, at the end of the day it IS just you. All by yourself.
Oh sure, sharing happiness and sadnss with our 'near and dear ones' is made out to be amazing and just the thing that makes us feel good and even happier or less sad. But let's get serious. It's still all you.
They might be happy for us. I mean of course they would be, just like you would be for them. They'll laugh with you, pat your shoulder, pop open that bottle of champagne, congratulate you. But can they really be as happy as you are? Or would you really be as happy as they are?
They may feel your pain and all that. Console you. Comfort you. Sympathise. Wipe the tears etcetera. But when you lie awake in bed at night it's only YOU who feels the pain ripping you apart inside.
So why not just try & be more comfortable with ourselves? Why not just take a walk and congratulate yourself, smile quietly and feel content. Why not just cry all by yourself and let it out? Scream, rip apart a pillow and then take a deep breath and tell yourself that it's gonna be better?
Does sharing really make anything better at all? Does it really increase your happiness or decrease the pain? Or is it just momentory. When you are alone after a while, doesn't it all come back? The giddy, heady, can't-believe-this-happened-to-me happiness or the blind, mindnumbing, glass-splinter-slowly-working-its-way into-your-skin pain?
These questions have been hounding me for a while now.
I've come to terms with the fact that I am alone. And im trying to make myself comfortable with it. I think im gettin there. But whether it's such a good thing, of that I'm not so sure. Like most other things!
Cheers~