Dear Diary: My Last 100 Days

Day 37

Dear Diary,

When I was a little girl I had dreams. Dreams of getting married, having children and becoming a doctor.

I use to grab all my toys and teddy bears pretending that they were my patients. I always use to use up all the bandages on their fakes wounds that my mother started buying my play ones individually.

Now that I think back to my little self, it made me laugh how I once wanted to be something I now hate.

I hate the doctors, I hate going to the hospital, seeing their plain white walls and clean surfaces. I hated the smell of the place and how it alway smelt like cleaning products.

But most of all I hated how they weren't able to save me.

Love,
Annabel