I don’t have it bad i really don’t, but sometimes i wonder what would happen if they knew, knew i was different than them, knew where i was when i had that “appointment” or just knew, knew i flunked my road test because i was afraid i’d be blamed if i ever got in an accident. No one can tell i’m different and that’s what i want, at least i think so. Should people really know and treat me different, like the other girl. It’s never going away, i know that, you know, we all know. So what’s the point in telling everyone if it doesn’t even matter, i can’t get better. I can’t enter the military as a nurse, i can’t go rock climbing, i can’t do many other things, but whatever that’s life. Some people have it better and others don’t. Will i tell the people who truly care…probably not, but the doubt that each time i become close to someone, i feel that i have to tell them, it’s hard because they won’t keep my secret, at least not once we are no longer close. Will i tell my boyfriend, when i actually get one, will i tell my future children? It’s uncontrollable, but it happened to me for a reason, i don’t why but i’ll figure it out someday..