Technically, I thought that my life was going to be perfect and that I would live happy enough to smile. Clearly, this wasn't the case. With only one good leg, it was nearly impossible to do anything except sleep and eat. For me at least. When my mum and dad died a month ago, it has only been me and my older sister. We had to move in with a friend far away from our real home. It has been tough, and it's not easy to go through. I'm going to enter school soon, and I'm afraid if anyone would like to be my friend. Or making matters worse, finding a boyfriend, if that were possible for me. I was always the sporty person in my family, until now. I'm also afraid if I will enter depression or something. Why does life sometimes suck? Don't you wish that you could make a difference?
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