I am to me, all that I am

To what extent does someone really have anyone?
Ultimately we're all alone. No matter how much you love or how many people you are fond of, it seems to me that in all essential matters we're alone.

There seems to be no option. I am alien. I am needy and private, lost and assured, underconfident and proud, stupid and intelligent, I am loving and cold. I disgust, provoke, outrage and bore. I drift away wrapped in my own uncertainty.

hi Ipshita, this is Ipshita speaking. I hope you'll like me. It looks like we've got a long journey before us.