I’m sorry. I’m sorry that we killed off hundreds of animal species. I’m sorry that you can’t swim in the ocean because we filled it with trash. I’m sorry that we ruined the air that you breathe. I’m sorry that we polluted every inch of this place we call home. I’m sorry that you haven’t seen a tree in years. I’m sorry you can’t see the starry sky. I’m sorry my generation didn’t do enough, when everyone told us that milenials were the ones who could change things. There is no Planet B, but we aren’t doing anything to protect Planet A. It was our home, but now it’s our prison. I remember when I was really little and I learned that eventually the earth would end, I was so scared. But my mom told me that we didn’t have to worry about that for a long long time, and that we wouldn’t even be alive when that happened. I was so relieved. Now, just a few years later, that fear has come back. This time more real, because at this rate, I’m going to live to see the world destroyed. I hope that this letter means nothing to the world of the future, and that we made a change in the way we live. I hope that we saved the earth. If not, I’m sorry.