Life isn't easy for me. I've lived alone since the accident three years ago. Since that day I've not spoken. But only because, I can't and I do not intend to try. I have friends but they seem to be distancing themselves from me. All except one that I've known since our diaper days. We were and still are inseparable. I know what your wondering "Why can't she talk?". Well I'd tell you if I knew. If I could go back and stop what cause my lose of speech I would do anything. Except sell my soul cause I'm not an idiot. What's the point of living if I had no soul. It doesn't really matter though cause its like anyone would listen if I did speak. Unless its said towards or about them if swear they were zombies. But that does not meant I cut. I'm not depressed. I'm madder that people don't look past my disability, at me. I could be a good friend but without the chance they'll never find out. If they took their time they'd notice me for me me, not as my disability. But no dream comes true, there's just to many inconsiderate people in this world.
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Short Stories
Storie breviJust some stories that come from my mind. Or how I feel, a way to describe my point of view of subjects my friends go though. Let me know if you want me to turn any of these into stories.
