10th June

𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖞,

I am afraid it’s getting worse. I don’t know how much longer my body will hold out.

*I have so much life yet to live, so many things I wish I had done. Now, stuck here in a hospital bed listening to the rhythmic beeps of my heart rate, I can’t do anything.

All I will do, all I can do, is wait.

11th June

𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖞,

The doctors told me it’s a matter of days - only two or three, maybe a week if I’m unlucky.*

I will miss being alive, truly alive, not in the state I am right now. I miss the years I would take stupid risks - jumping into deep waters, trying to land a double flip. I miss my family, though I’m not yet gone - I miss their happiness. It feels as I deteriorate so does their joy. I think it would be better if I just/“

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12th June

𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖞,

This is my last entry. I don’t know what to say. Yesterday, I fell unconscious - only to wake a few hours ago. Everybody is so worried. I am so worried - though I’m not sure what for. I have been waiting for this moment ever since I fell ill.

So why did it feel all too soon.*

Only 17.

Running out of time.

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