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Dear Diary: I'm not sure about many things. Damn it, I hate I have to answer that when they ask, but I'm not sure. Do you think I'm weird? If I am, I'm proud. What's "weird" anyway? I don't think I'm weird. I don't think anyone's weird. And I don't give a shit about what anyone might think of me. So, why do I keep it a secret? You know what? I don't care. If I know something is that I can trust my instincts, my impulses. If I suddenly want to tell everyone, then great. I won't confuse it with wanting something else, that I can't do because of this secrecy. However, I need to write this down. Because I want to. Beacuse I had an impulse and started writing. I don't know the end yet. I don't think there'll be one. I'll just write, so I'm sorry for telling you all of this. But oh, dear Diary: I think you'll find it damn interesting, too.
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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.

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