Oh geez, I just found an old school project from about 7th grade where we had to make a power point about ourselves. We had specific things we had to put in there and I just found the “My Predictions for the Future” slide.
Mine said: “I think I will finish high school and be able to go on to college.”
Whelp, we all see how that turned out.
You couldn’t have predicted getting sick.
Also, you DO have your high school diploma. You DID get into college. You just… never could have predicted getting sick. And you’re young—very young—so you can’t throw out the idea of college just yet, if you decide college is right for you.
Things will be alright.
And in the event this was just you rolling your eyes and you’re not really distressed, I don’t really give a shit. I’m gonna be a supportive as fuck motherfucker because you’re my baby brother and you are never going to escape my screaming, overprotective, familial love.
I will crush you.