Dear Diary,
It wasn't a dream....
This morning I woke up to the most horrible pain in my stomach. A reminder that it was there, that it was spreading.
Just to remind myself even more. That morning once the pain subsided I jump up and walked to my calendar. Grabbing my red marker I counted 100 days from yesterday and circled the date with a large circle.
I cried for a bit staring at it.
I cried even more when I realised it was on my birthday.
Love,
Annabel
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Dear Diary: My Last 100 Days
Ficção AdolescenteDear Diary, Leaving this world was not by choice. So since I had no choice I wanted to leave something precious of mine behind. With you I leave the last 100 days of my life. Love, Annabel
