I am alone. Always. Never had a family, always an intruder, never welcomed in to a home. An orphan, I grew up surrounded by children like me, but always with one major difference. Someone always came for them. I felt secluded, was secluded, hell I still am. I guess some things never change. But they will. Having no one, being no one, means one thing; I can become whoever the hell I want to be.