Then you have no idea what it's like to be in my shoes. You have no idea what it feels like to lose the only community you've ever had, to lose all of your friends, to lose your job, which became the only meaningful thing you had left in your life. You have no idea what it's like to not know where you're going to sleep at night, or when you're going to eat again, or when they're going to find you. You can't sleep because you know it's not an if, it's a when, and if you fall asleep, they could catch you. So you don't. You keep running. You keep running even though there's no where to go, because the world's afraid of who you are and good people have been hurt because of fear and there wasn't anything you could do about it, and that was your job, to take care of them. And you failed.