"I meet up and do things with a lot of boys because it makes me feel like I’m wanted by someone for a day or two"
Me “I’ll do it when I’m not ill”
Aaron “Next week?”
Me “I’m terminally ill”
You know what disappointment is? It’s when you get into college and your teacher shouts at you for your work. It’s when you look around at college and realise you don’t fit in with anyone. It’s when you look at your family and realise they’re all alcoholics except your mum. It’s when you look at your dad and realise he’d rather spend his money on alcohol and drugs than make sure his daughter eats that week, and no matter how much you love him he’ll never love you the same. It’s when you look at your mum and realised how worried and depressed she is about life, but still tries her hardest for you. It’s when you get a message from a boy which makes you happy until you realise he only wants one thing which makes you feel like shit. It’s when you look at a photo of you and your brother and know you’ll never have that again.. or even see him again. It’s when you look up at your wall and see a picture with your old best friends that you hardly see anymore, who you’re slowly drifting away from. It’s when you look at the photo of you and that boy you met at summer, where you thought you and him were forever, that boy you probably won’t ever see again. It’s when you look at your timetable and notice you have another cancer appointment. But you stay strong and still smile… or that’s what you want them to think. :(