When most people find out that they have terminal cancer- they'd probably be depressed. They'd probably sit around in their room all day watching Twilight while sobbing, and eating from a bucket of Rocky Road icecream.
Not me.
What was i going to do? Cry for the reminaing 100 days that I have left..?
i'm 18 years old- i'm pretty much considered a woman now and i haven't kissed a boy, i haven't been on an airplane, i haven't traveled to cities, i've never had a boyfriend, i've never gone swimming, i've never taken a long walk on the beach, i've never owned a pet- i haven't done a lot of things that most girls my age should have accomplished by now.
that sickens me.
I only have 100 days- and i have to do what i haven't done yet.
The question is, how..?
Maybe meeting a curly haired Brit at starbucks was the answer all along.