I may sound like Chara when I say this, but, I HATE humans. In a way, I think they are the scum of the earth. Maybe that's why I like animals so much? I dunno. One time, my mom came home with news that someone in our family had died of drug overdose. I didn't know the guy, so it was hard to feel sorry for the rest of my family, or even him. We ended up missing the funeral due to traffic and not waking up earlier, but we visited anyway. When we got home, I had to go to school. So, as I was walking to my bus stop, I saw a dead squirrel. I felt bad for it. I felt worse for the squirrel than I did for someone in my family. Pathetic. I ended up praying for the squirrel and since no flowers were in bloom at the time, I picked a dead one. I set the flower over the squirrel's body. I felt pity for the squirrel. I didn't feel an ounce if pity to the man in my family. I'm disgusted with myself. But, what can I say? I hate humans. That's just how my life came to be.