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I never thought the day would end in this way. No-one knows if it counts as a win or a loss. Mounds of destruction are covering what is now a barren wasteland, what was once the most beautiful stretch of land in the world.

There used to be trees here. Tall, magnificent trees, with blossoms in every shade of pink, and ivy cascading down off the branches. Ivy, like my name. We even share the same fate.

The war was brutal. Lives were lost, deals were made. Homes were destroyed. Was any of this worth it?

As Captain Wick once said, 'no matter how tough or strenuous life may get, we will make it through to the other side'. But now, we are all left wondering - have we made it through? Or are we still struggling in that dark tunnel, barely surviving through those tough and strenuous times?

Lenny says we might have started it; that we dropped too many bombs. Cara thinks the opposite; that we should have dropped more. Rob wants the war to continue - he's always been strangely fascinated by conflict. Everybody disagrees with Rob.

It feels odd for life to be this peaceful. Almost as though someone's sat on the mute button on the telly, but no-one realises or says everything, so everyone thinks they've gone deaf. It's weird, yes, but also much calmer.

This isn't going to last. This calm sort of atmosphere never does. Soon enough, someone will do something to disrupt the peace, and we'll all be up in arms again. Rioting, strikes, all have little effect when the world is turned upside down by other things, bigger things, like the constant wars.

Of course, all this is in my head. None of it's real. Not to anyone else, anyway. If you're like me, hardly anybody even notices you, sitting alone by yourself in a corner. Funnily enough, the only time anyone ever will notice you is when you least want to be noticed. Like when you're reading. All you want is for the book to whisk you away into another dimension, yet you're constantly interrupted by silly questions, such as 'what are you reading' and is it a good book'. You can clearly see the title, Lisa, and why would I read it if it wasn't interesting?

The government argue a lot these days. They'll squabble over anything, from 'lunch now or in five minutes' to 'take over Germany or France'. They don't even consider the people they're leading, and how they feel about any of it. How would they like to be trapped in the middle of that, with no way out? When do we get a say in what we want to happen?

I rant a lot, I know. But imagine yourself in my shoes, even though nobody ever does. But don't trouble yourself about it. It's all in my head. None of it's real. Not to anyone else, anyway.

I rant a lot, to you particularly. But who else is there to listen? Each day is the same, yet I never know how it's going to end. I'm always led by something else, down a path I very rarely would choose for myself. But don't worry, it won't come for you. Because it's not real. Not to anyone else, anyway. It's all in my head.