aundrea

We__e not dead yet, so don__ talk to us like we__e about to be.

I__ not scared of death, Dad,_ I told him. ____ scared of not living. I don__ want to die with any regrets that I didn__ get to do the things in life that I__e always wanted.

I just want it to stop. All of it. The pain. The suffering. The fucking cancer. I want it gone. I need it gone, Jean. It__ tearing me apart inside. God, I hate this. Even all the lying I__ doing to Parker. It__ breaking my heart.

I was pissed that I couldn__ go out and celebrate like someone turning twenty-one typically would, so I wore black hair to show my family just how pissed off I was.

You don__ need to be someone you__e not. Haven__ you learned that? Stop being scared and face the world. I know you__e not in remission yet, but who can say they have been through cancer twice and beat it? Confront the world, Aundrea. You__e alive. Be proud of the strong woman you are and stop hiding behind your wig.