a dreamers life
I thought I saw the sign', Somwhere between the lines...
When I ask my sister about how her friends are, she always says they are good and that she has friends.
I ask her what year, and she says the one above. I don't see how she can not get along with the kids in her year..
I don't see why the don't like her, or don't talk to her. I don't see why they are always talking crap at her. They don't know her, plus she is one of the nicest people you could know.
I hate talking about the subject.
If she hadn't been ill growing up, she would have been having a normal life, with lots of friends and actually talking to her peers. If she hadn't been ill she wouldn't have been so behind with her education and she wouldn't have so much to learn and catch up on. If she hadn't been ill she would have been able to do a cross country without passing out..
There are just too many "IF's"
Now she wants to move schools and start anew. If she remembers everything and does her best she can have a chance of going to another secondary school, rather than spending another 2 years at that s**t school..
None of this is her fault. Just the ******** epilepsy that ruined the start of her life.
I hate thinking about. Every single time I do I feel like crying so bad..None of this is her fault cry
...Or maybe it's me, maybe I only see what I want...what I want..
