It makes me cry, you see. Realising that only in the lonely moments, when I’m solely by myself, I’m truly happy. I feel alive. But I also feel alone. Abandoned. Thrown at the edge of the universe. I try to find comfort in my solitude and enjoy the things I love in quietness. And I face a world that would never accept me, that would never understand me. So I sin, craving this world to be my friend.