Have you ever wondered where you go when you die? What happens after it's all over..? I do. It's all I can think about lately.. I guess that's only because I'm dying.
Everyone tells me to stop thinking about it. The more I dwell on it the more scared I'll be. They act like it's an option. No one understands the way I feel. No one understands what it's like to know your days are numbered. I'm sick of my family telling me everything is going to be alright. I just need someone who understands.
Someone who won't lie to me. Someone that won't ignore the fact that I'm dying. Someone that won't sugar coat my condition and just help me through it other than trying to get my mind off of it. As if it was possible.