Happier. That's all I wanted to be. One day I wanted to feel that way. Happier. It was something I haven't felt in so long. I can't remember a time when I was happier. That doesn't mean I'm happy, because I'm not. I'm miserable. I'm lonely. I feel as if there is no one in this world who cares for me. I feel that no one will ever truly love me, because dad says I'm unlovable and I know it's true. Why would anyone love someone like me? Why would anyone want to be with me? I'm a monster. I killed my own mother.