Blind Person Journal

Dear diary,
Today was just another awful day. It's too bad, but almost everyday that is what I am saying. I had school today, which you can imagine how much trouble that was for me. When I was walking to the front door, I tripped on my shoelace and went face-first through the door. A handful of bystanders laughed, while a teacher passing by helped me up. After bumping into countless people on my way to my locker, I realized that I had to open the locker. Yet, I was blind, I could not possibly know how to open it. I got some help from the person whose locker was underneath mine, and they seemed pretty unwilling to help, despite my situation.
Countless times during the day, I was in class minding my own business until sometimes, when I would randomly hear shrieks of laughter coming from all four corners of the rooms towards me. I sure hope it was not directed towards me. I cannot wait for school to be over and done with. I can not take it any longer. My blindness sure is holding me back. I always feel like an outcast. When I get tests back, I cannot even read my own grade. The person sitting next to me always has to tell me, chuckling in my consistent failure. I always fear that everyone is plotting something against me, but if they are, I can only help but wonder. Chances are that they are visually communicating their plans, so I will have no knowledge of them. When will this be over... I just want to feel normal, like everyone else. That is all for now, my most loyal friend. You are the only one who listens to me, ol' diary, and I hope it stays that way.
Distraught,
Your blind friend