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Sit here zoning out on the tube. I got the tv on, the fan blaring and the lights on low. I will die in this chair I'm sure of it. Sometimes I think that they will find me in this chair two weeks after the brainwaves stop - smelling like a bucket of dead fish. Lonely in life, lonely in death. I remember once this girl said to me that she would come to my funeral - it was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. I hope she still remembers me. There is some guy talking on the television about how he cured some kid from a horrible disease - there was a number on the screen, I will have to call him tomorrow. I went for a walk today and I tried to think of a time in my life that I would like to revisit and I kept drawing a blank. The memories are mostly broken glass that make my brain bleed. Wow is this journal entry random or what - the journey gets more horrifying. The other day I went to the doctor and he took a biopsy of my skin - he said it was only precautionary. I didn't feel close enough to anyone to share my ordeal with. Funny thing is I just feel numb about this. Maybe this is where Nirvana begins.
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Hang in there. I'm waiting for biopsy results too. Like you I Dob't have anyone that cares. I'm not even sure I do. Well maybe on a good day.
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We on here care. Stay strong we are here and sending you hugs
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Trust in yourself and do not give up. I can empathize that this is much easier said than done, but I also believe that it is worth it. This experience, as tough as it is right now, will only make you stronger. Believe in yourself.
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