Dying, and no one knows
Today it was confirmed that I have skin cancer. I start chemo therapy in two weeks. I'm not allowed to tell my friends or anyone else about it because my parents don't want anyone to know until they're sure I'm going to die. If the chemo doesn't work, I have only six months to a year left to live. I'm still a teenager, and I'm dying. The worst part is that the boy I love ran away to Florida without even saying goodbye. Now I'm never going to get to say goodbye, or remind him how much I love him. I will be thinking about him until the moment I take my last breath.