I lay on my bed thinking deeply about how cruel life could be. Why was I destined to such a life? I didn't want this for myself, but I felt helpless. My life was as bland as it was short. I willed myself not to cry and clenched my eyes shut. Why did I want to cry?
Just a month ago, I didn't give much thought to dying. In fact, after I had decided to stop looking for a treatment, I felt less restless. I had finally been able to sleep. I was perfectly unfazed by leaving
That was, until Aaron came into my life.
I groaned, rubbing my face with my hands. I had to stop thinking about him. He was bad for me. He gave me desires and wishes to live and that was a bad thing to wish for. Especially, when I didn't have enough money or a definitive cure.
I sighed in frustration at my stupid desires
