Author's Note: This was an idea I had and couldn't ignore. I hope it's good enough. Oh and I don't own Star Trek or its characters.

I am Q and despite being all knowing and all powerful, there is one thing I always wanted but don't have and that is friends. I could create people that love and admire me, but they would only love me because I am a god to them.

To be honest, I wanted something different than love and admiration. I wanted a companion that enjoyed my company. I wanted someone I can spend some time with. I wanted someone I could talk to and I didn't really have that.

Most people even including the other Q in the continuum hated or disliked me. Picard was the closest thing I ever had to a true friend but I annoyed and irritated him.

The worst part about all this was that it was all my fault. People didn't like me because I played games with them. Because, I hate to admit it, but I was rude, disrespectful, and just a plain jerk to just about everyone. And because I tortured them or put them through hell.

Despite being all powerful, the one thing I couldn't do was make them forget. I couldn't make them forget what I have done. I couldn't erase my mistakes and it made me quite unhappy that I couldn't.

I was lonely sometimes and sad, but I held in my true feelings from everyone. I didn't want to look weak and pathetic and I also didn't want to be compared to a petty human. So I hid how I truly felt inside. Sometimes I wished I could just cry, but there was nowhere I can go to and cry. The other Q would discover it no matter where I did it.

I wished badly for a friend, but making friends was just too hard for me. I could give people whatever they wanted, but even then people still held a grudge against me.

It was hard to accept, but if I didn't change my behaviors, I would be lonely until the end of time and space. It would be hard and I wondered if it would even be worth the effort to change who I was. I was self centered and only thought of my own gain. I wondered if putting someone else first for a change would really work. I didn't know.

Sometimes I tried to be nice, but the effort was for nothing. Maybe I was trying too hard to make friends. I wish I knew how to make friends, but until I figured it out, I would just have to live with being lonely. It made me sad but I knew it would take a very long time to make friends.

Author's Note: Did you feel bad for Q at all? Tell me in a review.