We are all messed up. I'm messed up, your messed up, the world is messed up. Life is messed up. Out of all the diseases I could've had I have leukemia. It's not fair. Nothing has been fair in this life. I'm abused and don't talk much. I'm looked at weird and given sad eyes. I don't need all that crap. I get enough crap at home. I have no friends and it makes me wonder why I'm even alive. Why am I alive? I've asked myself that so many times to no answer. I've had this stupid leukemia for 10 years. 10 years! Is it gone? No. I feel like I am hanging by a thread off a cliff and that piece of thread could snap at any moment and I'm dead. Most life stories involve tons of romance but not this one. I am alone and will be forever alone. That was what I thought then and what I think now. I'm not changing my mind anytime soon. If I did then everyone would get hurt and that piece of thread would snap and down I go never to return.
