Dear Audience,
From day one of my treatment, I wasn't sure how my life would turn around. Everyone opens their eyes in the morning and looks at familiarity. Have you woken up and saw your life catching up to you? Your body could not move, you're in disarray of what's going on. Panic begins to flow through your blood and realizing that something phenomenal is happening, you begin to relax. This is the last days of my life.
My disease is something noticeable by the naked eye. I prayed and hoped that waking up without my burden would develop. Living for something is always a way to keep my mind off of it. Now, the sickness overpowers me and I must let it take me. I cannot control it any longer and the pain be cast away. I must enter a new book. I bid thee farewell. I am now...only a viewer of PCNs.
note: lol