its a wonder...

Its a wonder that the air could care about my silly little life, and for that matter, why should it? Every breath I take corrupts the air, turning it to carbon, it's as though My growing hate, like tendrils reaching further and further, corrupts every beautiful thing that I touch. The ground dies under my feet as i walk, the air grows colder as i take its heat, both plants and animals die, simply so that I can have a necessary meal. The best part of it all, no one even asked me if I wanted to be part of all this, I was simply thrown into this life, and no matter what, it's the life I am forced to lead, no matter if I cure a disease, help people in need, or even if i win a Nobel prize. If this is my only choice... it's a wonder that the air could care...