I don’t have any specific milestone in my future that will automatically come around. And nobody to decide when something should start or finish. Creatures that can’t adapt to the environment cease to exist. That’s what natural selection is. In that case, I wish I could just be wiped off the face of the earth. No more life of pain, knowing I can’t adapt, knowing people think I’m a useless mutant. I might not be the biggest talent, but if I just had a scrap of
