It's only been a
week, but it feels like forever since I've seen
his smiling face. I've been in bed, trying to get
it through my head that he's really gone. I want to
packup and head back up to the hospital, but I know he
won't be there. I've gotten about 20 letters in the
mail, but I haven't opened any of them because the
reminder hurts more than anything. It's hard to
wake up in the morning, because I have nothing to do with
my life. I lost 90% of my friends because I was up in the
hospital all summer with Chance. I'm
actually going to ask my mom to send me to crosspoint,
so I can get better. It's my choice, and as
of right now I can't get ahold of reality. It
could be a while before I update again, but thank you all
so much for being there for me. Witty is truely a miracle.
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart to the
top.
RestEasyChanceLee<3