My English teacher visited me today. She’s my Honors English teacher. To be clear, she’s the English teacher that failed me.
So when I was picking classes in 8th grade I picked Honors English because honors (I wanted to be smart alright). I had NO idea I would’ve been in and out of the hospital for my entire Freshman year at High School. I was set back in her class, and she gave me a D. What kind of English teacher fails their student then visits them at the hospital?
She gave me cards that my class made for me. If I’m going to be honest, I don’t care about the cards at all. I know that the class just made it in fake kindness. They’ll feel bad for a moment, do their “kind” part, then move on.
Sorry, maybe I shouldn’t say that. I’m just so angry! I’m in all this pain everyday. I… I’m struggling to keep my sanity intact.
Maybe I don’t even deserve the cards. What have I done? Complain all day thinking the world was about me? What was I expecting?
Reality is harsh. Out of the 50 million people that could’ve had hypereosinophilia, it was ME. What awesome luck.
If it wasn’t because of that I could’ve had a way better life. I could’ve been a soccer player, been way taller than 5’3”, not had any blood draws in my entire life, and been normal. I COULD’VE BEEN AN ATHLETE!
Oh my god what are these fluctuating emotions.
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