Pi ends at some point, no-one's found the last digit yet is all

I have trouble with the concept of infinity, or "never ending".  I don't understand how something can last, or go on, forever.

They say the universe is expanding, but where is it going?  We were always told that the universe was it, that it went on forever, so how does something that goes on forever expand?

Everything has to stop somewhere, and I want to know where that is.

Something Simpler than Human

War things really bother me.  I try not to let people know about the things that bother me, but anything that has to do with war automatically makes me crumple inside.  The thought of so many lives ruined makes me sick.  It terrifies me.  I almost never have a problem with violent movies and books, but war is the exception.  I can't even walk past a grave with a flag next to it or hear taps or sit through a Veteran's Day assembly at my school.  It's hard for me to understand what people go through.

You know the siege of Normandy that is depicted in Saving Private Ryan?
My great uncle was in that.  He watched people get shot down all around him, wading through the shallow surf and not know if what he's stepping is a school of fish, a pile of rocks, or one of his fellow soldiers.

My grandfather, the above uncle's brother, was in the US Army Air Force.  He was in a dog fight one night when his best friend was shot down.  He immediately went down to try and help him.  He found his best friend in pieces, literally.  He stayed with him, and tried to save him, tried to bring him back.  The next my grandfather put his hand in his pocket, and found the eyeball of his best friend inside.

I can't imagine what this does to someone.

I have trouble understanding how so many lives can be mercilessly sacrificed for something as petty as politics; it makes me want to be something much simper than human.

I wish I could write something beautiful.   Something that would change people's perspectives.  I wish there was enough power in my words that lives changed.  I wish I was more than a nerdy teenage girl who reads too much and consequently loves to write (poorly).  One day I will write something beautiful and powerful and altering.  One day the words that I carefully chose and choreographed into sentences and paragraphs and speeches and stories will be known around the world.  It will be a concerto of things to come, things that occurred, and and things that will never happen.  One day I'll write the complete history of the world into a few elegant paragraphs, whether that history is factual or not will be up to me.  One day my writing will be moving and contain meaning and morals.

But for now, my writing is just another paragraph, poorly written by a nerdy teenage girl.