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elaine

today, the doctor told me and my parents that I will be able to do the operation. I wasn't happy. Nope. Because like what I said, I wanted to die and just leave this world

My parents insisted that I need to do the operation. The date is set, 20th of January 2015 which is 7 more days.

I don't want to live any longer. My parents may felt happy but all I knew is I hate this. I hate their decision. I hate living.

The only thing that calm my mind is watching little kids on the kids cancer aisle

It hurts me that even kids can got this awful disease.

I like Dorothea, she's 11 years old and she has leukemia. We always played the blocks together and today, I'm visiting her

I was thinking about life and death when I bumped to a boy whose wearing a lip ring and holding to crutches. He muttered stupid to me when actually, he's the stupid one.

Weirdo.

luke

The therapy was fucking stupid. I needed to be hold by a man so I can walk properly or I will fall

This is all my parents fault. If they didn't abandoned me I wouldn't even think about this while driving

Partially, it was also my fault. Driving while you're drunk is not good. Especially after you had 10 shots of vodka.

I still remembered that day, my "parents" told me to run their business instead of becoming a musician like I wanted to. I ran away to this party and lets just say, things were awful

I was walking to my room when I bumped to a chick whose having blue hair. She looks stupid with that hair and it remind me of Michael, one of my (also) stupid bestfriend

That girl was weird.