I believe I have cancer. I have all the signs of it. I’m a teen so normally you would go to your family but my dad left us and the rest of the family does all sort of drugs and steal my pills so they don’t really care, I might die soon and I’m really sick I feel myself getting weaker each day. Nobody is here to help me and I have no friends. I’m going to write a letter with my last words and leave it on my dresser, so maybe one day someone will see it and try to change. I sure hope so. Some out there might think I’m making this up but I don’t care what you think because honestly I don’t care about anything these days. I don’t want any pity and I never did. So I guess goodbye.