" In this part of the story, I am the one who dies. " - Pablo Neruda
I'm dying. There's no doubt about it. Everyone dies. Its just that some of us die sooner and more tragically than others. I'd hate to say that I'm in that pick few but, I am. There's no changing it, no fixing it, and I'm fine with it. I'll die sooner or later. People will miss me, people will cry, and lets not leave out, people will forget. I mean. people forget all of the time. What they ate for breakfast, what they did last weekend, and who died two weeks ago. You forget how they've died, grieving process, and why you even gave a fuck. I know, sounds harsh right. Well people are people. They do harsh things. Then they get over it and everything's fine and dandy.
I'm here to tell you about my life. My life with Cystic Fibrosis. My life with a love for a boy. My life with an unhappy ending. My Life as Arabella.