• The person you see is only the shell. The pretty outside that hides the being within. You will hear me talk about this on occasion, but you will never see it. It is impossible. I can only be my true self alone. When with another person, they will see a glimpse. That is it. Sure you can tell me that you are my friend and I can trust you, but it will not make any difference. My real self loves the deep felt pain of being alone. It loves the feeling of sadness and regret. The feeling of emotional upheaval.