Burned, left to rot, dry like a forest that will never be able to fully rebuild itself again. A habitat is gone, a life is ruined, many lives are ruined. I suppose you've never done these things, but it feels like it. It feels like all of your assumed kindness, all of you and your artificial being could ruin so much. God knows you ruined this, us. I can't stand to look at you, to see the lies that lie within your eyes. What I'll never understand if why you couldn't just tell me the truth. But hey, this is high school. Should I expect more? No, I've been taught not to anymore. I won't forget that lesson.