My Own Kind of Chemo -On Wait Till Further Notice -
I hate the smell of hospitals. I hate the needles they poke me with. I hate the sucky Wi-Fi. I hate how I have to lay in the uncomfortable beds. I hate having to eat the gross food. I hate the heavy weight of sickness, hope, dread, sorrow, and death that filled the air. I hate that I'm stuck here. I hate not being...