Why does my life have to be this way?
All the planets make fun of me because I’m so small, even some of the meteors taunt me too. I can’t help it though, I was made this way. The humans on earth come by just to take photos of me. Do you know how hard it is to have something whizz past you, take a photo, and leave when you haven’t had communication with anything at all? Another thing is that it’s freezing down here.
I think I’ll just spin off my orbit and go far into space where I’m out of everyone’s way.