The Luna Project

"Dead. Thats all I can feel," the young girl started as she began to write in her journal. "The pain is unbearable, I hate it, my conscience, whom convinces me that I'm nothing more than a worthless soul in a lump of skin and bones. Sometimes I believe it as I begin to doubt myself. Whether I'm meant to be, or not to be here, in this world, this time of the earth"s realm. When I'm in my mind I begin to dream, I begin to dream of a better time of day and century of life where the world never gets dark and all is good and well, then I awake and realize it is only a useless, unrealistic dream that may never happen."