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