I’m sorry it takes me so long to write back, or that I don’t write back at all. My life is confusing. Often I wake up as someone different than I was the day before and it makes it hard to keep track of my thoughts and feelings. I get scared of what to say because I never know who is talking and I want ten different things in ten different ways, and nothing sticks. I don’t know what to tell you. I’m a coward. Nothing I could say will change anything. If you want to hear what I have to say, you’ll just have to get close enough to hear my voice as I tell some truths and some lies, as I try to be something pretty, something good, something pure.
teacher:um just because you lost your leg in the accident doesnt mean u can rub it in everyones face. now did u bring enough wheelchairs for the rest of the class? thats what i thought. give it here, ill return it at the end of the day.