"When you look back, your time in school will be the best part of your life." Nope. I'm pretty sure being so sick that I wasn't able to leave my bed for at least four days a week, for more than five years, passing out in the hallways and getting bullied by teachers and students for it, as well as getting screamed at daily by my own family, will ever even be considered a decent time by me. Just because those fuckers didn't believe me that I was in actual pain. Like I was staying at home, vomiting my guts out and lying in a dark, silent room just for fun. If anyone had actually taken the time to listen to me, I could have gotten treatment. Now I'm on my 2nd year of doing nothing, because everything got so bad that I spend more time in clinics and at doctor's offices than my home. Still really sure that years of daily abuse and excruciating pain are not "the best time in my life". I actually prefer the boredom and the clinics. At least people believe me now.