Dear world of writers,
                                         I am a writer as well, but I don't have the simplest life. My mother died when I was young. My dad dumped me into foster care and left. I can't walk but basketball is still my game. I can play guitar better than most pros and I can sing better too. But I'm blind. I'm a bitter person most of the time, but it's not like I really have friends. I get picked on at school for being the freak kid. They push me into walls and call me names I can't repeat. They physically beat and harass me. Today will be my last write. Goodbye.