Be yourself?

Mm.. working on it.
Not doing so well.
You know, you'd think it'd be easier. I mean, you just look inward, see who you are, then practice showing it as accurately as possible to the outside world, right?
Of course, I have a problem.
I look inside and realize that the inside isn't in English. It isn't some tangible, quantifiable thing. What's a girl to do?
They say that by being yourself people will like you more, and be drawn to you. But what if they aren't. What do you do then? Can you ever really be yourself and be happy? We depend on others for happiness. Some to a large extent, others to a smaller extent, but it's true for almost everyone.
I'm really just disguising whining with psuedo-philosophy. I'm severely lonely, and while I have a few new friends, nobody but my family really gives a crap about me. Four people. Well, my grandparents care but they're distant. But really, four people out of six billion. And I'm blood related to three of them.
Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe more people care. I thought they did. I thought Tim did. But he dropped me so fast I blinked and ten months were evaporated. I've just been slapped in the face so many times with it all. I just don't know anymore.
But I should count myself lucky to have such a soul-friend in Elizabeth. I'd take her over a bunch of friends any day. I just wish we were physically closer to each other. I miss her too much. All of my people are hours away.
So yeah, it's lonely here.
I mean, who am I even writing this to? Nobody will even read it.
I guess I'm just expelling what's inside. It happens, even if it isn't really coherent most of the time.
But hey, prove me wrong. Remind me that you're a friend, yeah?