I can’t control when I was born. I can’t control who I am. I wish above all other things that I could. They don’t care. I’m IMMORTAL for goodness sake. Why don’t they care? I could stick a knife in my brain and not even have a headache. Shouldn’t SOMEONE care?! And I’m sorry that I didn’t experience WWII or that other shit. I’M HERE NOW. Someday someone is going to come to me and say, what was it like when you were younger. And they will actually listen. I wait for that day to come. I live for that day.