Writing Journal

Psycho

I thought back to the world that once lived. How simple everything and every one was. It almost pained me to think about how unevolved the world was. We were learning about early earth in history class. As a sixteen year old, it was very enlightening to see how much better off we have it now. But some didn't as some of us were continuing to grow and evolve, developing new features like psychokinesis and other powerful mind abilities. As a matter of fact many cases had shown that at least 30% of the population continued to stop evolving, and due to adaptation or lack there of, they were dying. There wasn't anything we could do for the world had changed and their bodies and minds weren't fit for where we were now. I quickly shut my journal and throwing it aside before anyone noticed. It was a simple trick, for them to not know that I was one of those people that would not adapt, and would soon die.