All my life my only dream was to be treated like everyone else.
To be accepted into society like a normal, everyday, average person.
To go to highschool, pick the classes I wanted--the ones I was interested in.
I want to live...really live without a handycap.
Highschools too far gone now...


When the final berrior broke through--the day I finally got what I wanted,
I want to cry, and cheer at the same time.

My throats all knotted up like I'm being choked, I'm holding back my laughter and my tears.
I finally get what I wanted and it hurts?
Shouldn't I be feeling happiness?
Should I go back to living in a handycapped world to please the one that gave me life?
The one that held my hand even after I thought I wanted to let go.

I'm sitting here--with a lack of sleep--in front of the computer sobbing--
--because my mother finally let go. It hurts... it really--really hurts... -sobs-

I get to choose my own job, on my terms with no government help--no mothers help either... She said "I give up--I'm tired of you fighting against me. I helped you as much as I can. Your on your own now;"*shoves help wanted and classifieds in my paws* "I am not going to help you anymore. I've had it." and she told me to get out of the car, and drove off...