25/05/2016
Dear Diary,
It's all falling apart again. Everything. Just when I thought I was having a revival it turned into a respite from what the future held.
I'm strap down to a hospital bed. Attached to beepers. Sobbing my heart my out. Why did I have to fight this diesease alone? The doctors are going on about how my kidneys have failed. Well why don't they get a bloody donor?
I'm cured from cancer. But the last stroke of pain it gave to me was causing destruction in my kidneys. Why? The agonizing pain. The searing cuts. The throbbing. God, make it stop.
The doctors are saying I won't make it throungh tthe night. But hell I'll put up a fight.
The sedative is taking power.
Haveee too gooooo,
Hhhaayyleeyy.
A/N:: The end is nearing.
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