Why me? Is the question I ask my self everyday. There was three other people in the car with me. I was the only one that lost my sight. Why only me? But I guess it was a good thing. Now I don't have to see the people who think they are better then me and that make fun of me. I want to see so bad. It gets hard sometimes. Like for instance a boy. A boy would never like me or pictures I can never see the beauty in pictures anymore. It kills me not to see but I have to live with it cause I can't get rid of it.
