There's this girl I met a few years ago, she suffers from a disease, a chronical disease.
No matter how many years will go by she will never be cured. Never ever. There's nothing I can do about, there's nothing doctors can do about, there's nothing you can do about, there's nothing we can do about. She will always, forever, suffer from it.

It was diagnosed when she was about 15 - the time when she finally started to put a string on her life, when she finally started to try to figure it out. But it was already too late to be treated. This disease, if discovered at a young age could probably be treated, but since it wasn't... she will have to deal with it until the end of time. And so will I. And so will you. And so will all of us that know her and love her.

The symptoms are quite irritating. Not knowing what to eat. Not knowing what to wear. Never knowing where to go. Not knowing which color suits best her hair. Not knowing which tennis to buy. Not knowing if she rather A or B. Never knowing what to do. Never knowing anything. Never be certain. Never trust. Never almost anything.

This girl I met a few years ago suffers from uncertainty. And it's chronical. It is eternal.



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