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Don't tell me what its like to be alone. Don't tell me that I don't the pain, because I do. Regardless of what anyone else thinks I know. I know what it means to be alone. I also know the pain of being someone I hate being, knowing that I'm someone else but not able to let her free. I even know what its like to live in a body you don't want, you feel its not yours. I have lost everything, everyone I loved, everything I had, all the happiness. I was forced to kill my own sister to save her. I never want to do it again. I have even been sacrificed under the maltese cross, a simbol of "good". Don't talk to me about being alone and hated.