I was finally happy, and then it all gets taken away. I have one question. Why?
Every thing was fine, and I was living the life I always wanted. But then the death comes to take away, what it didn't got the first time. I was finally free.... I guess God made a mistake....
I was at a check up, and it didn't go well. I'm not free after all, actually I'm almost back to where I came from. They are giving me the treatment again, hoping that it will stop it again. I can't believe this. I don't know what to do any more, I just want it to be over. There is no God. If there is, he is an insensitive asshole. He can kiss my ass. If he does exist, I will make sure he will suffer just as much as I have, Because he sure as hell deserves it.