I umh. Well forgot to mention that since my last diagnoses with these two cancers, my dad left my mother and I. He said it was to much. That he couldn't handle it. In all honesty. He is a man who is selfish and him saying he can't handle it pushed me over the end. Oh really. He can't handle it, ok. Even though I'm the person laying here...just ya know,dying. I hate him. He's the one that got me depressed he's the reason that I had my anxiety attack and that I had to be out in here. He's the one whom I hate. The man is a wasted space on earth. I need some music. Music helps me. It's my life. Or ya know. I just cry. Either or. Life must go on for everyone accept me..."just let me die...and bury me in satin lay me down in a bed of roses. Take me to the river and don't send me away with the words of a love song. Oh ooh."
