Dear God,
Stay positive. Stay positive. Stay positive.
I feel dead.
I know I'm not dead yet.
And I hate it when people say that they're 'dying' and that they 'feel dead' on a Monday morning because they just don't want to go to school.
It isn't a joke.
To wake up and not know how many Mondays you will ever see.
Right now, I'm counting myself lucky to be here right now.
Weird, right?
4 months ago I was just a normal teenage girl. A normal, healthy, teenage girl.
Now, I'm dying.
Change doesn't happen slowly, it happens in the blink of an eye.
Love,
Mackenzie.
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Dear God {completed}
Teen FictionChange doesn't happen slowly, it happens in the blink of an eye. Mackenzie's letters to God..