DEAR DIARY

Hey.

I'm back.

It feels weird to call you diary, so I'll think of a different name for you.

Crap.

I got nothing.

I'll just call you diary.

Sorry I couldn't write in you for so long.

Mom kept being close to me and all touchy touchy.

The other day, when I got out of this stinking bed, to take a dump, I saw my mom crying and talking to the doctor.

Probably news that I'm gonna die soon.

Not that I care.

I know I would die someday anyway.

 Hair has started falling off my head.

It just comes off in clumps, and makes the pillow all messy, so I asked the nurse to buzz off all my hair.

My mom cried to this as well.

Now that I think about it, she is being way too emotional about random stuff, isn't she?

Signing off, 

ME