Dear Diary,
I'm actually going to die.
I thought I could over come it.. But I can't.
I'm going to die.
I'm going to leave the world behind.
I'm going to leave Niall behind.
I couldn't do that.
But why not? He did it to me?
He already left me.
What am I supposed to do? Act like I know nothing about it?
Maybe I can take it to the grave with me.
I don't want the cancer to kill me... I want to die my own way.
I can't let the cancer kill me. I don't want it to.
If I'm going to die, I'm going to die the way I want to.
As soon as I get home, I'm going to swallow pills, I'm going to cut my wrists, I'm going to drown. I need an escape.
It's going to happen, I will make it happen.
I feel like shit right now, I just need to sleep.
Sorry for a short entry.
I'll write in you soon.
Hanna
