This is going to be the only chapter I'm posting for now. Let me know if you like it and want me to continue updating it.
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I didn't cry when they told us, but my mom and little sister did. My dad didn't want to believe it. And my brothers, they didn't know how to feel about me dying.
I didn't want it to be real either, who wouldn't? I didn't know how to feel about my body trying to kill me. I didn't know if I wanted to die or live. I haven't been sure since I was about 14 and depression had started to become more real.
I'm Tyler Joseph, I'm 17 and I have bone cancer. Why am I telling you this? I'm not completely sure, my doctor thinks writing about it could help with dealing. I think its bullshit tho. I don't want to write about any of this, it makes it even more depressing.
I start chemotherapy on Tuesday. My mom wants to be there with me, but I'm not sure I want any of my family to be with me. They say I can have a friend with me if I wanted too, but I don't have many friends. I could bring Mark, Brendon, or Patrick.
I don't even know where this is going or why I'm still writing. Maybe I need to write about it? Maybe I need to do this before they start amputating my limbs. It sucks because I write music and play the ukulele. I don't want to not be able to play.
My moms calling me down for supper. I guess I can continue to use this writing method to keep me from bottling up my feelings.
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Trapdoor
De TodoTyler found out he had cancer, and it blows. He hates that everyone treats him differently, but he meets a boy thats in the same boat as him, making Tyler feel a lot better. Everything is great for awhile before Tyler gets worse. Will he be able to...
