My mom thinks I'm depressed. I think I'm fine. She only thinks I'm depressed because I eat infrequently, read the same book over and over again, and rarely leave the house. But what is there to do, when I do go out people throw me looks of pity. I am content with the way my life is.
cancer and depression
there's a new boy here. I've never seen him before. He's handsome
Just a metaphor. Hazel and gus outside of the support group building
Are you SERIOUS? You think thats cool? Oh you just ruined the whole thing
Which whole thing? They don't kill you unless you light them, And i've never lit one. It's a metaphor, see: You put the thing that does the killing between your teeth but you don't let it do the killing
should I tell him?
the exchange: 1 and 1/2 hours later
An Imperial Affliction. It's not that kind of book. Alright.
what's your favorite book? Does it have zombies? stormtroopers? I will read this book with a boring title only if you read this.
These sandwiches are dry
I'm going to use my wish to take us to Amsterdam to see van houten Don't worry. I want to do it
The whole thing where the boy who is not seemingly in any way un acceptable stares at me and points out incorrect uses of literality and compares me to actresses. But of course there is always a hamartia and yours is that, oh, even though you HAD FREAKING CANCER you give money to company in exchange for the chance to acquire MORE CANCER. Let me just assure you that not being able to breathe? SUCKS.