**_April 19th, 1993

_** Dear Diary, today we had a play go on in our auditorium. The mice danced around people in a circle, like a marching band. I can only remember the people as distorted, and blurry. The all looked normal, until you saw their maybe happy face. It looked like they smiled, but I couldn’t see it. The sound was like click-clack, and the people were laughing I think. The only th...

22nd December

“ Ooh, my child! I’ll give them all I’ve got from now on….you’re home, home by Christmas…..”

Stupid words that I’ll never hear, these aren’t my mother’s words.

They have never paid for children like me.

I wasn’t alone today.

Today I saw another patient. He was of the same age as me. He was lost, desperately trying not to break down.

He ...

**_PENNY_**

Day 1

Thomas Meers

Is still in my mind

And my ear is still in shambles

My parents have put me in a cage

A white, white cage.

They say it’s for my own good.

No, no

Not for my own good

For theirs

The sane think

We are bad

That we are a stain on life

But no,

They don’t know

They don’t know

Day 7

The sane feed me

Through a little hatch

On the door

Everything is white

They ...

October 8th, 2007.

Respiratory Rate: 25

Heart Rate: 103

^ignore that

Note to self: green is your color

My nurse brought me a new movie to watch. I still use that portable DVD player he got me for Christmas. I think I wrote about that already, I don’t know. Anyway, the movie is _O Brother, Where Art Thou?_

I’m sure Jeremy will read this when I’m gone.

Hi Jeremy, I love you terribly.

Don’t chec...

Dear Diary,

Sun snuck through the blinds this morning, painting stripes on my bedspread like always. Except, usual mornings meant racing downstairs for breakfast with enough time to catch the bus with trinity. Now, the quiet sunshine just makes the hollowness of the day feel bigger.

School. I miss it, the sound of chattering friends and the smell of old text books. Honestly, I even miss the disg...

Today is my last day.

I’m writing this to my family.

Thank you all. I will miss you. You were my pride and joy. I love you all. So much… I’m surprisingly calm about this. Today is my last day to live. Which also means the pain is over. The pain. The pain. The pain. The pain. It will all be over. I’m praying that ghosts are real. Or the afterlife. Anything. Praying on anything. I hope I’m not jus...

I know I’m going to die soon. I heard the nurses talking to my parents when they thought I wouldn’t hear. I like to eavesdrop. I sometimes pretend to be asleep or I stuff pillows under my sheets, so it looks like I’m in it. They must not know ‘cause I know everything they say about me. Everyone here thinks I’m naive because I’m their “youngest patient,” but they’d be surprised to know they’re wron...

Hope is a feverish disease, and I am sick with it. I find myself incessantly yearning for another day, another hour, another fleeting moment, as if the mere extension of existence could cure the ailment that is life. But that is never enough, as to hope for more time is to yearn for an escape from the abyss, yet the abyss stares back, unyielding.

In the chaos of what is my mind, I imagine what I...

I was told I’m not going to live to see my 23 birthday. Might as well leave something behind.

Yesterday I was told I have a rare for if cancer that is immune to all forms of radiation and chemo.

I just went in for a damn check up! And this is what I get?!

I want to say that “this could be worst” but how worst could it possibly get when I have months to live and I know what will kill me in the e...

Dear Diary,

I know this wiil be my last day. I can”t say how I know this. It has to do with my intuition and serendipitous nature.

What i write will surprise those who read this page in my diary. Please know that I’m ready to depart. I can’t tell you where i am going., but a dream prepared me. Years ago I was asleep when I received a visit from my Aunt Hazel, who died from myasthenia gravis...