Its like I has one clear chance to have a good edication for a gifted girl

I was there.
My tuition was paid
I wasn't disabled when I arrived at college
I wasn't disabled when the first class began.

But within ninety minutes i had acute trauma symptoms.
One minute i am crashing through the infirmary door with my dying friend. The next I no longer know she is dying.

I didn't get over it because I didn't know how. I didn't remember what there was to get over.

People say, awww your friend died, how sad. But thats not what Im sad about.