I scraped my claws against the deep red bark. And yes, to any humans out there reading this, claws. It was raining. Like my heart, you could say. I ruffled my sodden wings, then resumed my "depressed" position as the others called it. I turned my head this and that, seeing only my other fellow owls happily chirping away at their hunt. No sign of them. It was always this. I knew that. I can't remember much of what I was like before it happened. I can only remember them. Now all I know is my constantly lonely, upset heart that is impossible to mend. There's no point even trying. I'll only hurt myself more. I don't like other owls. They are too chirpy and hopeful and all they feel is pity for me. I don't want pity. I want them to just leave me alone. Can't they see that! Of course they can't. Because they are foolish, ignorant and selfish. Only I seem to know that. The world disgusts me. I can't wait to leave it.