Here is our home. Here is warmed by the sun and cooled by the water. Here has seasons, with green leaves changing to red and the red falling off until everything is the color of fire, and then snow comes and turns it into a white paradise. But here is not perfect. It is far from perfect. Here has people. People are weird, they walk on two legs and and talk in different tones depending on whether their happy or sad, and they cover themselves in colored fabrics to keep warm or keep cool. People are mean. People are forceful. People are dangerous. People can make other people want to die. People can kill other people. Some people are kind, though. These few people aren't really people. These people are picked on and made fun of, even if their the better ones. And they don't fight back because if they do, they become as bad as the other people. And so here is not safe. Here is a false paradise, where people are dying every single day, where people are pushed to insanity just to force others into the same state of mind. I don't like here. I don't like how the people here are insane and harsh. I don't like it when the people here pick on the people I call friends. Friends are weird, too, but that's a topic for later. I fight back. And I'm just as bad as the people I fight back against. But I want everyone to have hope, hope for a better future where people don't die, where people are happy. But that won't happen. That idea is dumb. I know that idea is dumb because I've prayed for it for years, and nothing has changed. And maybe nothing will ever change. That makes me sad. That makes everyone sad. But we can't change it, because in the big picture, we are tiny. We are frail. We are weak. I think this is weird. But everything is weird. Oh well.