K.B.M

I'm sick. I have leukemia. No. You're eigh-you're eighteen. You're, you, you're Perfect. No, I found out two years ago, And I've stopped responding to treatments. So why didn't you tell me? The doctor said I should go on and live Life normally as, as best I could. I, I didn't want anybody to be weird around me. Including me? Especially you. You know, I, I was getting along with everything Fine. I accepted it, and then you happened. I do not need a reason to be angry With God.