21/04/2016
Dear Diary,
What the hell! I have just found out what chemotherapy is. It is the one that you see in movies, where the cancer sufferer looses their hair. I will be the ruler of the world before I loose my hair. How on earth am I suppose to face everyone? How will I go back to school? What about Adam, the cutest guy in the world who has the biggest sparkling eyes? He will think I am ugly.
No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no I am never having chemotherapy. I'd rather die. Anyway there has to be other treatments something like paracetomel can work just fine. No, you idiot paracetomel is for the common cold.
I'm pretty sure Hazel Grace and Augustus Waters didn't loose their hair so why should I? Right I am going to go tell mum this instant. Oh damn it, I just realised I have 5 pages of history homework to get through and Mrs Simpson doesn't let us off easily. Why should I care about women at war? They don't care about me.
Talk tommorow,
Hayley
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