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You know... I thought about writing things here when I was driving home today, but... now I don't really know what to put. I guess all I want to put down here is...
"I'm sorry."
I realized after about four days of nonstop pain that my birthday's coming up. Only a few more weeks and I hit the big two zero. I should be happy, right...? But... that just means that I'm this close to my time. I... I only have a couple of years left at most, and that's only if I'm lucky.
I'm scared.
I'm always scared.
I try to busy myself with anything and everything I can at whatever cost, and... I don't know. It doesn't help. If I'm stuck sitting around, I desperately try to busy myself just so I don't think about it. But... I'm always thinking. If I think, I realize things. If I realize things... I...
I don't want to die.
There's so many things I want to do.
I want to see Vilma... I want to see Maria. I want to see snow fall. I want to hold hands with the people that are so special to me. I want to feel loved. I... I want to see Vannah. If anything, please... just let me see Vannah at least once. She's my best friend--she's closer than April, even if it hurts to say that. Vannah's the one person I can tell anything to, no matter what it is. She'll listen. She won't judge me. She actually cares, you know...? I can't even hide anything from her.
But I have been. I hide how I'm always hurting. I'm always in pain. But if I tell her, she'll be sad. I don't know what I'd do if I knew that once again, I made her /sad/. I don't like making people sad--especially the ones I care so much for.
The holes are multiplying. They're getting bigger, too. I counted eight the last time Danny was over... E-eight of them. I'm so scared. What'll I do...? What's going to happen? It hurts. My chest always hurts.
I don't want to die.
I can't stop crying... But I know that I'll stop soon. I always do. I'll probably act like everything's fine... I always do that, too. I don't want anyone to worry. I don't want them to be sad. I'm just that stupid "Estonia" kid being weird and creepy again... and that's good. That's normal, right? If it's normal, then people will be happy.
If they're happy, then I am.
I don't want to die.
Am I selfish?
I'm too selfish.
But I don't want to die.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry...
"I'm sorry."
I realized after about four days of nonstop pain that my birthday's coming up. Only a few more weeks and I hit the big two zero. I should be happy, right...? But... that just means that I'm this close to my time. I... I only have a couple of years left at most, and that's only if I'm lucky.
I'm scared.
I'm always scared.
I try to busy myself with anything and everything I can at whatever cost, and... I don't know. It doesn't help. If I'm stuck sitting around, I desperately try to busy myself just so I don't think about it. But... I'm always thinking. If I think, I realize things. If I realize things... I...
I don't want to die.
There's so many things I want to do.
I want to see Vilma... I want to see Maria. I want to see snow fall. I want to hold hands with the people that are so special to me. I want to feel loved. I... I want to see Vannah. If anything, please... just let me see Vannah at least once. She's my best friend--she's closer than April, even if it hurts to say that. Vannah's the one person I can tell anything to, no matter what it is. She'll listen. She won't judge me. She actually cares, you know...? I can't even hide anything from her.
But I have been. I hide how I'm always hurting. I'm always in pain. But if I tell her, she'll be sad. I don't know what I'd do if I knew that once again, I made her /sad/. I don't like making people sad--especially the ones I care so much for.
The holes are multiplying. They're getting bigger, too. I counted eight the last time Danny was over... E-eight of them. I'm so scared. What'll I do...? What's going to happen? It hurts. My chest always hurts.
I don't want to die.
I can't stop crying... But I know that I'll stop soon. I always do. I'll probably act like everything's fine... I always do that, too. I don't want anyone to worry. I don't want them to be sad. I'm just that stupid "Estonia" kid being weird and creepy again... and that's good. That's normal, right? If it's normal, then people will be happy.
If they're happy, then I am.
I don't want to die.
Am I selfish?
I'm too selfish.
But I don't want to die.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry...
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