"As the clocked ticked forward, while the whole world went on without realizing thousands of people died this minute, we're drowning in oblivion. Time is unforgivable. And one day, these stories will be forgotten too and if that day comes, who still cares?" Where are my manners? I need to introduce myself first. I am Hazel Grace Lancaster and I am 16 years old. On my 13th year, I have been diagnosed with stage IV thyroid cancer, but I'm okay now. I guess. And this is my diary. {I know John Green wrote this book in 2011, but I wrote Hazel's Diary as it happened in 2013. The quote above is written by my lovely friend, @estehless who wrote "Letters From Augustus Waters." Do not read this story if you haven't read TFiOS! This contains spoilers.}

So a week after Augustus Waters died I couldn't continue. It was all getting to much. My mom took me to a therapist to "help forget". It only made me think of him more and more. About how I could have stopped him from driving away in his car to get his cigarets. I could have been there sooner. Heaven knows that I won't be around for much longer. I have crated a little barrier of people who can talk to me, so I lower the depression in lives. I only text my parents and talk to my doctor. My mom still believes that I deserve a life. But I don't have a life. I have cancer. I would prefer no life at this point. Many may not know this but before I met Gus... I almost to a kill pill. I've seriously thought about a rope or another pill these past few minutes. And yesterday I almost drove off the rode, but there was a police car in front of me.

Just ideas floating around my head so I want to write them down in this short book.

This is an Epilogue chalenge for Racingheart, I hope you like it racingheart :D