Frankenstein's monster

It's really sad you know. . . . who said I even wanted to born ?Oh wait I meant to say made? I know that I am not normal. just look at me. I am not like every one else. I can tell because my own creator, the god who made me, doesn't even want to look at my face. I am lonely and in terrible need of a friend, or a companion, or even just a dog. :( ,but if I just believe hard enough that there is someone out there just waiting to save me from this hell hole of a life that I am living then maybe I can escape,or maybe there is a god who made my god! That is possible. . . right? Well I don't know for sure,but I hope his god is nicer than mine!:/