|October 8th, 2018
|10:52am-11:00am
"I, as usual, am already crying. Again. I am extremely worried about my mother. She is starting to get sick again. Last time, the doctors told her it was something small and nothing to be worried for. It turned out to be a tumor. I don't trust doctors anymore.
I am so worried and so upset. I don't want to relive the past and go another period of time without her, not knowing if I would see her again. And if I did, would she be alive? I don't want to lose her. She's all I have. She's the only thing that keeps me going and without her, I wouldn't be here. What if they say the same to her and it's wrong again? What if this time she does die?"
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No FicciónI'm going to write here. My journal entries. All of them. They will be upsetting. I might leave a few out. But, it's the only way where I don't and won't feel silenced. Obviously, no one knows who I am so I don't care of this being out there. But, I...
