Under Development

Where do I start?

Shit.

This is a lot more difficult to deal with than I guessed....... This is what you thought: "What? Are your parents getting a divorce?"

No, but shitty guess. I, Amelie Jackson-Frida, have an illness. But not your ordinary illness: This is foreign to all humans. Like, every single one. Like you, and you, and that guy watching you read! But there is a "Bright side". "What the hell is wrong with you? A BRIGHT SIDE?" Calm down, you. The bright side is that I can be used for research. But my parents flat out refuse. They just want me to die without scientists surrounding me, saying fancy words like "terminal" and "unknown ailment, found in all vital and non-vital organs excluding the brain and right kidney." That is exactly what the doctor said. But you know what, the cancer finder found it, so that's good. BTW, I'm writing this from my massively uncomfortable hospital bed. Damn, it's late. I gotta sleep while the doctors monitor me. Not scientists, doctors.

G'night.