I’m not hungry. I’m sick. Heart broken. Sad. Mournful. Depressive. Life… this thing we think is great. It’s so hard. So tough. But for one person, I’ll be tougher than it, and I’ll try ‘til I reach something. Now maybe you’ll think that all disabled people are like this. But no. Still. We hoped for so many things. And ‘til now, we’ve been rewarded by pain. The moment we’ll need the most for help, we'll get it. I’ve prayed, and prayed. It must lead to something. Or, at least, I think so.