I was getting tired of all the chemo. It hurt pretty bad, but i was used to it. It felt like each day would end like glass shattering all over the floor and no matter what, it couldn't be put back together. I thought about Tom a lot. And all of my old friends, Macy, Reena, and Bree. Us four did pretty much everything together, but now they don't even communicate with me. I saw Reena at the store a few days ago. She was with her mom. I smiled and waved. She kinda just looked at me like i was some kind of freak and she kept walking. I thought to myself, 'am i that bad looking?' Oh well, i'm over it now. I've been wondering if i will ever get rid of my cancer. I pray every night, but still when i go to the hospital.. no good news. But it's the end of the week and it's time to just sit back and watch movies. My mom said that on monday i might be able to go back to school. It's been 3 weeks since i've been there.. and i'm not to happy about going back. If anyone says something to me, i'll ignore it.. like always. Hopefully..
