I am not me. I am depressed. I am different.

So basically this is the story of a girl who goes through foster care. Her parents die and she doesn't deserve what she had to go through next...

Dear You, theses letters are all the things I wish I would've said and asked you. Maybe now you'll suddenly care. -Me

In the end, Humanity went to the stars indeed – though not in the way that the prophets of science had foretold. Humanity went to the stars with its eyes shut, ignorant of its unity, chasing ever greater rewards, leaving behind the teeming billions who must pay the price for its folly. Humanity’s elites built the Crown of Stars, abandoning the masses below, in chains.