Dear Diary,
Today has been just like the last few... I was nothing but a sickly girl laying on her death bed.
I said that I wanted to be stronger and that I wanted to fight for my life but... I'm finding it to be impossible at this moment.
I was given 100 days to live my life and with only 32 more to go... I wasn't sure that I was going to make it too the end.
The bucket list that I wrote, I couldn't even remember it anymore. The whole thing didn't matter.
That night aren't getting better. Neither are my days. I spend most of my time asleep or with Eddie by my side telling me about the outside world.
I can see the sadness in his eyes each time and it broke my heart. Seeing him hurt over me, was chipping at my soul. This is what I never wanted to happen. I never wanted him to be hurt like this. But because of all my selfishness he was.
Love,
Annabel
Hey guys sorry for the late update.... Something traumatic has happen lately with a classmate of mine passing and I haven't been up to writing. But thanks for reading...
RIP James
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Dear Diary: My Last 100 Days
Teen FictionDear 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
