I am finally okay being by myself, because I’m not, really, truly alone. I have never been fine, for as long as I can remember. There has always been this emptiness. Something was always missing for me. And it’s not that I had a bad life, it is just that I saw what was bad with life. We humans hurt each other mindlessly. We love selfishly. Everything I noticed in life was that people just keep going, even when things should have stopped. This bothered me. I wanted someone to have me, lose me, and devote their life to everything I would have wanted. Or I wanted that to happen to me. Just to prove that people care. But I do not want that anymore. I no longer need devotion or adoration, or even anything close to that. 
I have myself, I am happy and that is enough.