Beth was a simple girl. She liked simple things such as dancing and music. However, one simple thing that Beth did not like was herself. TRIGGER WARNING: self harm, ED, etc.

Millions, no trillions, of questions raced through my wandering mind. Why is this happening to me? Why now? How will the boys react? Will I make it? ... Am I going to get my wish of being with my mother again?... Many people always said "be careful what you wish for", and now I see why. I spent the last ten years of my life wishing I was dead, wishing my life would be over, but three words, "You have cancer", changed everything: I don't want to die: I want to live. The ironic thing is that it took a death sentence to make me see the value of life. And now that I actually want to live, I'm probably going to die, but I guess that's just life, right?