I guess I know how it feels to die slowly.
At the age of six I was diagnosed with Leukemia after my parents demanded answers for the first three years of my life.I was told that there was a good chance I'd survive and a low chance that I'd die, but that was years ago.
My chances of living now, at the age of twenty three, are at 20% and my chances of dying are at 80%. The doctor says that the cells in my body are dying and that the only chance I'd have to survive is if I found a perfect match.
At that news my parents looked for a match for me but still haven't found the one. Honestly I don't see the point of life anymore or of love. Speaking of love I still haven't found that after all these years, sad huh? Well it kinda happens when you're dying and your hair is falling out, no one will find you attractive anymore. Maybe there is no point or maybe there is...
Maybe love, for some reason, is trying to find it's way towards me.
