Some extra, for all the people who enjoyed The Fault in Our Stars, by John Green. Let me make this clear that this is not the original written by John Green, and this isn't even written by John Green.

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.

This was written during school back in 2013... I decided to post it on here and it is still giving me notifications from it and for that I thank you