I have always been alone.
I have always been good with patterns. I could always read my family like nobody else. I always have loved animals, be them cats, toads, or German Shepherds (on one notable occasion, a moose and bear). And I have always struggled with my name. One of my friends calls me Scotty, the other things like 'kunit' or 'drag', sometimes even 'moj drag' when she is feeling sentimental. 'Drag' as far as I can understand means something along the lines of 'dear'.