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My Life, More or Less
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Ongoing, First published Jan 13, 2015
Hi ^-^ I'm Sophie. I'm turning 16 in a couple of months, and randomly thought I'd start a journal (What? Everyone else does it. Plus, I just thought I'd give it a try and see where it goes.) My life hasn't exactly been the best, and so I thought I'd write about it. I'm not looking for sympathy or concerns, I just thought it'd be nice to get things off of my chest.. There's no one I can really trust with this information. You know how people are these days.. So there's nowhere better to put it but in a secret booklet. I've been through Hell and back.. But the question I need to know is, is it ever going to get any better..?
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I'll Love You Till the End

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So I have this thing. Some people would call it a catastrophe; some would call it heart breaking. It also has the name of disease, and heart killer. I call it just cancer. Simple enough as it is, right? Doesn't help that I already had it once before, it just came back to fight harder as ever. I thought it was over. Isn't it though? Don't you give up at that point? Senior year and I'm ready to end my life as a person all together. I'm tired of fighting and might as well give up because there are no chances of me living all together. So as a smart choice I move so when I die no one will know me or care about me. Wouldn't that be the logical choice? I don't want pity. Never liked, never will. So don't tell anyone I have cancer. Ever. Doesn't help that a boy started getting involved with me and snuck under my skin before I even realized what he was doing. What changed me were those few, simple words all together. "I'll love you till the end." That, that was about the time I started caring about life again. And it was all because of him.