January 2012
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The hospital makes a super big deal that I actually go to school. Apparently, most of their Ewing Sarcoma patients stop going to school because they’re sick all the time or don’t have the energy to go. It makes me happy that I’ve been really blessed that everything I’m going through is going better than expected. It also makes me feel really guilty. I don’t think...
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I’m slowly losing myself in this hurricane that has become my life. I can feel myself losing the drive I once had. It’s a constant game of catch-up now. Taking things one day at a time doesn’t seem like enough anymore. How much longer until I’m done? Because I can’t take anymore.
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It’s really hard when the only person you can turn to doesn’t listen, doesn’t have the time to listen, or can’t even make an effort to remember anything when they’re actually listening. Like why do I even bother talking to you.
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Exciting news of the week: I’m eligible for a wish from the Make-A-Wish Foundation! (:
twofilthysouls:
Sunday, January 15th.
“Butterflies” is really just a pH level drop in your stomach, your acidity level increases. Whatever causes it though, without fail, it happens when I think of you. Still, after all this time, it still happens. Every. Single. Time.
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I still have a hard looking at myself in the mirror, and believing that the person staring back at me is really me. It’s funny how something as trivial as hair affects my confidence. I constantly find myself going through pictures from a few months back, and just thinking how the hell I went from homecoming queen to cancer patient. Sigh, I just want my life back.
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My little cousin usually comes to me for relationship advice. It’s funny because the only relationship I really know is the one I’m currently in now. I’ve been with the same boy for almost 3 and a half years, so I don’t know anything about boys, lol. The only thing I know about is my boy.
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Even after almost three and a half years together, I’m still crazy about you <3
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I wish my family would understand that I’m okay. It’s been over a month now, and they still insist to treat me like I’m a disabled child. I have cancer, I didn’t get hit by a car. I’m perfectly capable of doing things for myself. I know as family, it’s their job to care and worry, but where was all this care and worry months and years prior to my diagnosis? Just...
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It’s been a little over a month since I’ve been diagnosed. Three treatments are done, the fourth is coming up, and I’m just one more treatment closer to being finished with this. I’m feeling good, and my life is slowly finding its way back to normal. I’m content with how my life is right now.
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You are my boy, and I am your girl. That’s how it has always been, and that’s how it will always be <3
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I knew someday we’d have our breaking point, but I didn’t think that day would come so soon.
