Dear Diary,
Today has been just like the last few... I was nothing but a sickly girl laying on her death bed.
I said that I wanted to be stronger and that I wanted to fight for my life but... I'm finding it to be impossible at this moment.
I was given 100 days to live my life and with only 32 more to go... I wasn't sure that I was going to make it too the end.
The bucket list that I wrote, I couldn't even remember it anymore. The whole thing didn't matter.
That night aren't getting better. Neither are my days. I spend most of my time asleep or with Eddie by my side telling me about the outside world.
I can see the sadness in his eyes each time and it broke my heart. Seeing him hurt over me, was chipping at my soul. This is what I never wanted to happen. I never wanted him to be hurt like this. But because of all my selfishness he was.
Love,
AnnabelHey guys sorry for the late update.... Something traumatic has happen lately with a classmate of mine passing and I haven't been up to writing. But thanks for reading...
RIP James
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Dear Diary: My Last 100 Days
Teen FictionDear Diary, Leaving this world was not by choice. So since I had no choice I wanted to leave something precious of mine behind. With you I leave the last 100 days of my life. Love, Annabel