I wonder a lot. Of a lot of things. Sure, I laugh. Sure, I smile. I fall. I get back up. But behind every smile, laugh, kiss, hug, there's this thought. I live wondering, thinking,and planning. I cut. I cry. No one knows. I run away from things. I don't get far, though. I'm in a bubble and I need to get out. The bubbles a sphere. The bubble has 6 billion people in it. The bubble has everyone who is living and breathing. The bubble is the Earth.I want to leave. I have problems here. Too many problems. God made it hard on me for many reasons. And those reasons are left unspoken.