(Source: inothernews, via latenightadultery)
Yesterday was like, “Happy Birthday, here’s a PET scan!” also “Happy Birthday, want some chemo?”
I don’t really want to do a Caringbridge, so I’ll do something on here.
Thinking about chemo makes me so scared and anxious. I don’t want to start, but I know it’s absolutely necessary to kill the cancer. I’m so scared of becoming a frail, sad cancer victim. I don’t want to be a victim. I have mostly good friends; friends that care about me getting better. Some I just told and didn’t hear another word from them. Their life goes on, with their seemingly small problems.
Fuck every dude that’s ever said “I want a girl who doesn’t get upset about stupid things, and will play video games with me, and let me have space sometimes, etc, etc” I guarantee that there is a girl you know that is just like that, but you’re just too big of an ignorant fucking boy to see her. All you see are those cheerleader types, and you expect them to have any of the qualities you want in a decent girlfriend? Please. Grow up and open your eyes.
