I wish I’d enjoyed it when I had it. It’s unattainable now. Now, the only thing I have is loneliness. It’s the one thing I still feel deep inside my heart. It’s true that this disease bothers them all, but they don’t say anything. They don’t speak because they know it’s not my choice but they want to not speak. It’s evident that they want to blow me away like a speck of dust, never to be found again. And the sad thing is there’s nothing I can do to stop it, I wish it was my choice. If it was, then I’d do anything to go back to the times when I was young, when I was perfect. Where was this place where I was not alone? It was Hell's Castle, it was the place of lost souls.