I guess my confession is that I sometimes lose hope in things. Take humanity, for example. I don't that think that humans will ever achieve world peace and clean up their act enough to fix this planet. I think that someday Earth will die because of our actions. I also sometimes generalize things, though I shouldn't. Like with people, I often say that I don't like people and try to avoid them because I see humans as horrible creatures. I only see all the bad things we've done, and rarely the good. I know of it, yes, but it seems to fade into the backgrounds of my mind pretty often. When people ask me why I'm so quiet, I sometimes answer that I just don't like people - they make me nervous and sad. I wish I didn't think these things, because I think that they may stop me from trying to help the world as I grow older. But as of now, I still want to help the world. I still want to help other people. Because, even though it may not fix the world, at least I can make its last days a bit better.