If by some miracle, there is a god, he's a sick bastard.  Why would he make everything better just to take it all away? Why would he give me these people, just so I can tell them that I'm just going to leave.  Why would he have the doctors tell me I've got a year, and then cut that in half?

How am I supposed to tell them, when I can barely tell myself?

I don't understand.  'my work here is done'? No. I haven't done anything yet. Don't put me in the ground, don't bury me and everything related to me.

I don't want to be a blemish on the face of his life. That one time when he was with that girl, and then she died.  I'm just ruining these people. I'm just tainting them.

I can't hold my children. I can't graduate highschool. I can't get my driver's license.

this isn't fair.
i'm only thirteen.

but lets face it, we all are. but what do you want us to do? we can't stop you from dying. Go out and live your life while you still can. But be prepared to live each day like it's your last. Death is unexpected, you never know when it will come, so that is why you have to do everything you possibly can before its too late.

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All life's little problems could be fixed with a bandaid.
Once you are all out, you're screwed.