The life here does not make sense. When I asked questions, the humans became agitated and even hurt me. They don’t understand my language and it is difficult for me to speak theirs. This life has been full of misery, and I wish so dearly that my soul will move on. To the next life, to my home hopefully. I see so many humans talk about the compassionate nature of their species. I have felt no love or compassion from a human. Maybe that is only reserved for their own. They can tell that I am not one of them, whether they are consciously aware or not. Unless I have something they can use, I am of no use to them. Even the parents of this body have never had a use for me outside of their own interests. It’s become hard to bear anymore. I want to shed this skin so badly and see the home I can no longer remember.