Dear God,
I just realized that I have three months left.
And I've decided I'm angry about that.
I deserve more time.
And to quote The Fault In Our Stars,
I want more numbers than I'm bound to get.
I want so many numbers.
But I won't get them.
I won't get them because I have cancer.
Because my brain in shrinking.
Because I have a tumor.
Because my brain is eating itself.
Because I'm sick.
Because my head is made of cancer.
I hate cancer.
So much.
Love,
Peyton
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Letters from Peyton
Teen FictionPeyton has no family. Her parents died in a car crash, her grandparents died a while ago and she's an only child. She's been to at least fifteen funerals in her lifetime, for family but now she only has one more funeral to go to. Her own.
