I told u I'd make this another article...so here goes. I'll start here por saying this....i don't want ur fake bunda sympathy. 2 the dia my life ends I promised myself a few things and I've learned some things as well. Here's my list.
1) I will not lie unless I have 2
2) I will not cry (at least, not in front of people)
3) I will not be ignored
4) Even the good guys get burned
5) All....all supposedly evil people have some sort of motive....whether that motive is good or bad
6) mais then 99% of all pitty is fake or 4 1's self. I will not feel pitty 4 myself
7) The bad will always show 1st, but the good has 2 b found
8) BS holds the world 2gether. It's y the truth hurts so bad
    There's mais but those r my topo, início 8. I should have known....that a guy who wanted us 2 do crime 4 him would end up hurting me...us...me and Dark Blade the most...because we're the oldest and were responsible 4 teaching them...
    There's no greater pain then being hurt por the 1 u call father...the only parent u kno even when u kno he's not even really relatated...the 1 who taught u everything u kno since u were a child...and answered all ur questions.
    He said that my family was peace-loving. My ability 2 turn demon and were would make them not want me. He said they were all fire, my ice would make me an outcast and they would have gotten rid of me regardless. He said my wings would make them likely kill me...he said that....that they already got rid of 1 of their daughters because she didn't fit in...and if it weren't 4 him I'd b on the streets...alone...cold...hungry....he also said 2 b ready 2 fight 1 or both of my sisters because both of the 1s they kept hang out with Sonic...*growls* He said keep ur anger and let it fuel u because most happy people r fake...plastic...and they wouldn't want me anyways...My anger and hatred still boils....
    Hey...dear family I don't kno....if u should so happen 2 read this....y....y we're u there when I cried every night...? y didn't u pergunta the docter that told u I was dead.....? y didn't u care enough 2 ask what happened? Y do u still not care enough 2 find me....or try 2....? *forces bak tears* rll parent's should b able 2 sence whether their child is rlly dead, shouldn' they? And...and Y WOULD U HAVE GOTTEN RID OF 1 OF UR DAUGHTERS ALREADY, U HEARTLESS, SELFISH IDIOTS!!! do u...*sniffles and wipes a tear away* do u even think about the 2 daughters u ABANDON!? And, oi sisters...supposed sisters....do u even care....that u have 2 sisters suffering thro life....? Would ur mother or father b as willing 2 give up their lives 4 u as they were willing 2 give me and the other sister up 2 keep a so-called peace which was probibly fought 4 2 begin with? A fragil peace that could crumble just as quickly as the so-called civilized habitat we've made 4 ourselves...Did it ever cruz their minds that the mais peace u want the mais fighting has 2 happen....? do u ever wonder if we're alright...? it's not ok....it never will b. now i'm here 2 just say i'm still alive...and the scars run deep inside this tattooed, tattered body. It's been a long, hard road without u, but I made it and I will never 4give u...maybe my sisters because they had nothing 2 do with it but....but I will always hate the so-called parents that ditched me...but I have 2 admit...while there's things i'll take 2 my grave....i miss u....yeah, I miss u, I said it...i alway's have...i've always longed 4 a rll family...and while i'll always hate u....i'll also always miss u. but no 1 seems 2 care how I feel about it...
    U kno, whatever....I have a new family....a rll family that actually cares about me and knows that I exist...I don't NEED a mother or a father....at least...that's what they keep telling me...but they just don't....don't understand....the rest of them were either made in a lab or lived on the street...they were actual orphans whose parent's were dead...not misphits the parent's simply didn't want....sometimes it takes a different kind of amor 2 raise a child...if only I could turn bak time...i never had some1 2 call mom...I never was told por any1 that they'd give their life up 4 me except my adopted family...we'd risk our lives 4 each other...but never por a parent...do u kno what it's like...holding bak tears every day...? they say it's better then I kno but...so far things only seem 2 stay the same or get worse....
    I was raised por Doc. Eggman, but we called him Father. He...took care of us. He raised us and taught us....clothed us and fed us...did everything a father should do...but I still hate him...because of what he did 2 us all when we got older...
    He forced us 2 hurt and kill people...and if we didn't he beat us...every so-called “tattoo” I have....is made of smaller parts...and each of those smaller parts was a scar...whips, blades...i try not 2 think about the pain I felt...and still feel...and 2 think I just wanted 2 make him proud...
    And...the other reason...was 2 get attention....I've attacked Sonic with 2 other gatos who I assume r my sisters many times...so that they tell my so-called parents about it, thinking maybe they'd regret their choice. But it's 2 l8 4 them...i wanted them 2 kno i'm still here. I can't pretend that i'm alright anymore. We can't go bak...i can't change what I did. I just wonder...if they kno that I still wish I were there. But i'll never b good enough 4 them...and it's just 2 l8...nothing's gonna change what they did or what I did...nothing will make the scales even...i don't even kno my sister's names...if the other abandon sister reads this...or any1 else that's been abandon and hurt...and doesn't fit in...i kno how u feel. If the other 2 sisters read this...ur not needed....by me...but remember...i've been alone all this time...and every time I called out 4 some1....no 1 was there but my adopted family....while I don't need u, I want 2 kno u...unless u plan on rejecting me like our so-called parents did...and i'm sorry 4 the past...i can't be perfect...
    I kno ur not fair....and I kno u can't wait 4 anything...i've never had an actual home...every1 says início is where the coração is...so I suppose that means I can never have a home...because I am heartless. At least...that's what I've been told...but the heartless aren't suppose 2 cry...they've yet 2 explain the tears that run down my face...maybe some dia i'll b strong...until then, i'll keep my emotionless attitude and my fake smile...a frown on bakwards...as the tattoo scars haunt me and I keep living my imitation of life. No1 knows....how many times i've tried 2 kill myself...2 end it...but 4 some reason it never worked...so I gave up and after that realized I...i may as well b a living corpse...so 4give this corpse 4 living...and believe when I say that every dia is just slow decay.