[ WP ] Begin with the sentence , `` I am alone , but I am happy '' .

I am alone, but I am happy. 
 
 Nothing good has ever come from being around people. Humans are a sociable creature by nature, luck for me that i am no longer human. I was born of pain and misery, the product of a drunk bastard and his whore of a wife. It sickened me, that a mind such as myself, would have to be the son of such low grade trash. The first time i ever smiled was when they were arrested for child abuse, the fruits of two years worth of planning, and a brief sadochist streak that i quickly grew bored with. After a few crocodile tears in front of a judge, the trash was taken away. 
 
 Therapy and foster homes were my next obstacles to destroy, more human attempts to socialize me. Foster homes were the easiest things to break when you knew, where to apply the pressure. Therapists were a more interesting prey, at first it was all about helping me `` cope'', with my parent's abuse, if they were half as skills as those meaningless framed parchments claimed, then they would recommend a bullet between my eyes. One therapist, who actually was worth the psychobabble, nearly had my game pegged, but one heartfelt confession about my `` abuse'' and the look of disbelief sealed her fate. I stopped destroying foster homes when the newest one gave me what i desired, peace. 
 
 Another reason i left those in my newest foster home alone was that the parents, while they suffered from Brady bunch disorder, they had the good sense to enroll me in private school. And private was what i got, beyond a few nosy classmates that needed a `` subtle'' hint to not bother me. My focus was purely on academia from that moment, onward. Books would not dare pry in my business and would not get drunk like trash did. I was asked about what i shall be and i smile. 
 
 I am alone, but I am happy!
