The End of Humanity

There was once a time.... when I'd study "Natural Disasters".

After talking about how many natural disasters have happened and how many have been killed with my friend, we wondered why the world population just refuses to decrease. Humans can be really persistent.
And why there are so many natural disasters... and why people try so hard to live.

[I really do think that "There's no need for doctors since we're all going to die one day, anyways". But then again, I'd want them to exist once someone I know gets sick and needs one. =.=]

The world is trying to end humanity by sending those disasters to kill off humans; yet we tried to resist and their plans failed. (Why won't they just let things be?)
But we won't be able to escape the raising waters... that is, unless we go live in space.

I wouldn't mind dying as long as it was painless.

This subject was brought into my mind one rainy, gloomy day. The rain painfully reminded me of the raising flood waters in my hometown; is it really the end?
Actually, that wasn't what I'd really thought. (sounds sentimental, don't you think?)
I wondered "why does it have to be my hometown?" and then wondered if I was acting like a hypocrite.

And apparently, there's going to be a storm HERE that will last two weeks...

Well? Do you really believe that 2012 is the end?

I say that, but "the end" is just the start of another beginning. Who knows, after humanity ends, there may be a new species that won't destroy the world like we did.