I'd like to dedicate this jumbled mess to the people who have helped me get to where I am today. To the people I've met, have yet to meet and to the people who gain something from all this gibberish I spew.
This is not a battle I chose, hell I don't even fight this. I just kinda survive the whole ordeal while dealing with an emotional and psychological battle within myself. At the end of the day I was just some kid who got dealt a shitty hand at life and am now trying to play my cards right. Just someone trying to fight their own demons, but aren't we all?
P.S please pardon my grammar as I have not been in school for some time.
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Just Getting The Hang of It
Não FicçãoA memoir about the last 6 years of my life with cancer