Anna Bananna... Fe Fi Fo Wanna

The End

Yep, haven't updated since forever. And I won't again.

A lot has happened since last time. Nik kissed me, and I guess now we're dating. But that's probably the only good thing. I was diagnosed with cancer. Ya know, the cancerous kind. My head is now bald, and I'm in a hospital bed. It sucks. I've been through chemo a few times and I usually get to go home afterwards. I hope not this time.

My mom is out of jail, and she won the battle of custody for me. Well, part custody. My adoptive parents have real custody of me, meaning they pay for whatever I need and I see them most of the time, but once a week, I go over to my moms house and spend the night.

There is no abuse anymore, and she moved to a nicer house. But I always anticipate it, her storming into my room in the middle of the night, pulling me out of bed and hitting me, calling me ugly, a slut, a whore, punching me and kicking me until I scream, then locking me in the basement again.

But it hasn't happened yet. I lose sleep over it every night, but at least I no longer have bruises covering my face, arms, body. At least not from her. But cancer has taken its toll. I hate cancer. With a burning passion. The doctors give me only a 30% chance of survival. I have so many tumors.

Yep, I have a fucked up life. But it has to be somebody's, and honestly, I'm glad its mine instead of someone else's. Because now I know so much more and I see what others take for granted. Life. It's an everyday thing, but when you come so close to losing it so many times, it becomes something like a blessing.

Anyway, this is the last post. I'm probably never going on this account again.

Goodbye forever,

Jillianna Elisabeth