dear wren,
i'm going into surgery today. it's supposed to make me feel better and help with the cancer a little bit.
chemotherapy starts next week.
i hope you won't have to see me like that.
wish me luck.
-grace.
YOU ARE READING
leather jackets.
Teen Fiction| you were standing all alone in that leather jacket of yours that smells like cigarettes and moth balls. you still wear it, even though it's tattered and old. i think it looks lovely on you. |
