Dear Diary,
My head gets foggy sometimes. Just as I'm laying there it feels like the world is spinning around me.My vision is getting poorer and everything is starting to blur together.
I felt like a potato just sitting here. Sitting here and waiting for life to have its way with me.
Love,
Annabel
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Dear Diary: My Last 100 Days
Teen FictionDear Diary, Leaving this world was not by choice. So since I had no choice I wanted to leave something precious of mine behind. With you I leave the last 100 days of my life. Love, Annabel