That photograph pretty much sums up the way i’m feeling today. It’s no good asking me why i’m feeling this way. I don’t know. It’s like telling a fat kid that he can’t have any cake at Christmas. Or if you’re politically correct, the overweight kid.
it would be great if i could be happy every day and full of life too, but it aint gonna be like that. I wish it was.
You can be happy one minute, and then the next you just change.
It doesn’t help that you can’t walk. It goes much deeper than that though, but I’ve always had it.
Being disabled just takes the biscuit.
You often hear people listen to you crying and they try to find out why you’re doing it. They forget that there isn’t always a reason to it. That’s just the way you are. They ask you if you want to talk about it. Not forgetting that you can’t talk.Either that or you don’t want to.
Trying to explain yourself to someone who doesn’t feel the same as you is like trying to explain the difference between black and white. Some people will know what i’m talking about but others won’t.