I can't pause. Because I'm going to die of cancer. That's right. Skin, throat, or breast cancer. Both sides of me family have some form, and I'm the one who inherits all the offbeat genes that are mixed together. Lucky me. I know I'm o'er reacting, but me dad and me mum's dad having cancer at the same time 'tis a bit stressful. Me dad's in no immediate danger, but in the past year he's had about 15 operations, and another set next week. Me mum's dad, however, is a lost case. Awwness, a bird 'tis sitting on me window sill. First he loses his wife to cancer, now his second wife will lose him to cancer. Yeah, this 'tis just a big long rant that I'm letting out cause I haven't told anyone yet. It could always be worse. Life's hard, wear a fucking helmet. But this 'tis me journal, Gods damnit, and rant I will if rant I want. Piffle.
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