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It's been months of the coronavirus global crisis undertake. Coronavirus, coronavirus, coronavirus. Everywhere on the internet, at school, at home, don't go outside, wear a mask, wash your hands 100 times a day, lock your windows, people are dieing. We. Are. All. Doomed. And what do I about this? Well, yes I follow the law and I would consider myself hygeinic but I feel like my life depends on the world. I don't worry about petty things like most teenagers do like popularity on social media, how they look, their stupid crushes and blah, blah, blah. I worry about the world ending. I've come up with some theories. Maybe everyone will die of the Coronavirus or perhaps the world will warm up until it sets on fire and we all burn to death.  And how do I balance the world with my life? I mean, I have friends, I think, and I have dreams. I want to become who I want to and I don't want to waste my life because of a dumb mistake someone pushed me to make. I'm sick oand tired of people comparing the length of their dicks. I just want people to get along. And once we got along, we will be able to see our true problems. And fix them. I'm only 14 years old and some adults don't even think Global Warming is a real thing. And guess what? It is. The world not flat it's burning and it's not up to a single person it's up to us. Us as a race, to save us all from a horrible, horrible end. Welp, bye, hope you enjoyed this entry and I'll see you, hopefully, tommorrow. Bye!