Sleeping isn't Easy

I lay down with the weight of humanity on my chest. Nothing seems to be right anymore. My parents say to me, "things are a cycle." Yes, I know history is cyclical, but the signs of impending doom are so certain. Maybe I worry too much. I'll just keep up with my studies, and keep up with being happy. That seems to work for me.
Sometimes I wish for a fantasy world for me to live in. A world without the warming of the planet and without wars. I guess we still have hope right?

PS: I'll have some more continuation of that story. Remember back in may? :)