February 27 

My love.

It's been a month with this illness but I feel fine. Sure, I'm a bit tired and it's harder to eat but, I'm okay. The doctor says that I am lucky because we caught it late, it is still early enough to defeat it. And then everything will go back to normal. Hopefully I'll be able to burn this book and no one will ever have to know. Because I swear it'll be the cruelest thing ever to die after this. After my sad little heart got itself so hyped up only to be devoured. I just want to be okay and healthy. Why would God deny me that? There is no reason so it must be true, I'll get better. For you, for me, for my brothers. There is no way I can just give up and let it take it all, not after all I have gone through to get to the top. I will fight this and endure because I love you and there is no much more to live for. I promise I'll fight, until I stop breathing I will fight.

Fighting!