Last Letters to Those I've Loved and Hated.

Prologue

07/22/2017 1:33
Well, shit.
Not to sound like one of secret agency spy movies.. But if you're reading this.. I'm dead..
This isn't one of those 13 Reasons Why crap.
Mainly because if I'm dead.. I didn't do it to myself. I wouldn't kill myself.
No, if you're reading this, Death finally took me.. She's a cold hearted bitch that one, but, whatcha gonna do.
If you're reading this, you already know the deal.. If you're reading this, there's a letter in here for you.. Because I love you or you've affected my life in some way or another.
Or..
Maybe not.. Maybe someone will publish this for me.. Sell millions of copies and donate the proceeds to some cancer research foundation.. Or maybe they'll make one in my honour.. Ha.. Probably not, but who the hell knows.
In that case, hello stranger.. my name's Meyer Harrison Gram, I'm 18 years, 1 month, 2 weeks and 5 days old.. I'm Canadian *thrusts fist coated in maple syrup into air with pride* Let's be honest though, you don't care about my name, where I'm from or how many days It's been since I turned 18.. Nah, you care about my cancer.. You wanna hear me talk about how I woke up one night and couldn't push the air out of my lungs.. Simply because there was none, you wanna hear about the fluid that filled them.
Well.. stay tuned.. Here's my story.. The good.. the bad.. the ugly.. and the beautiful.