patrick

today was a new neighborhood.

mom was constantly going on about how I needed friends, but I actually like being alone. I can deal with dying better that way when I don't have anyone worrying about me.

yes. I'm dying. I have a brain tumor. I have a eight months, at most, to live.

its kind of scary, but I'm at peace with it now. but mom still insists I go through chemo treatments to fight it. I'm kind of tired of fighting it now.

I had it before, won the fight, but it came back.

the chemo is so tiring and wears me out each time. I stay in bed for at least three or so days after it each month.

but I didn't know that this time, I'd be fighting to live and keep myself from falling in love.