I don't like space exploration very much. Its cool that we can do it. But I like our planet. Why do we need to know about more? keep the mystery. I want to stay home on our planet. We have enough here. I like it here. Its so perfect for us here. The other planets don't want us. We need to accept not everything is for us. I like it here. We should like it here.

I've been thinking

Sometimes you see people, and you just get it. You understand. You don't know them, but you know. Girls by the lake, splashing their feet in the water. Its warm out. Across the lake, you understand. You were splashing, once, but dry now. You know what they feel like, you miss it. The girls will never know. That you splashed too, or that you know they're splashing. But you know. And that's good. Someone knows.

Maybe nobody will ever know you splashed your feet in that lake. You'll never tell anyone, it wasn't an important moment. No need to talk about it. Maybe nobody will know you cried watching that one movie. Nobody will know that one poster in your room keeps falling down and you keep trying to find new ways to stick it up, but it never works. Maybe nobody will know about how happy you are in fleeting moments. In bed in the morning, with the sun. In a room full of people, watching. Looking out a window at the space around you. Just lying there, knowing you're living how you would like to. Nobody knows what you're thinking about the future. Will you have the same happiness in the same, unimportant moments? Not even you know that. Maybe you could tell someone, write it down even. But you'll never remember all of them, maybe you won't even know how enchanted you were by that one fish at the pet shop when you were small, or how big everything felt when you walked through the woods with your family and dog. Nobody will know that. That's the stuff your hearts made out of. I think.

If hes a bad person why did he serve so hard??

If the sadness doesn't get me, type 2 diabetes will

and then my fringe went stringy and I wanted to die