My Short Diary Life

My Short Diary Life

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Dear diary, If I were to die, from my condition tomorrow, I would want my family to remember me as their daughter, not their daughter who passed with a deadly condition. I'm trying to be strong but knowing you only have three more months on earth left, you can't help but crumble inside. I know there's no cure for my disease, so I don't know why the doctors are even trying. I've decided to start this journal so my life isn't forgotten by my parents and others. Yours for now. Alyssa xx
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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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