Like, the past few weeks or so, I've had my friend Arri to pretend to me.. Because I've been in the hospital, for very... bad reasons. So. Adios muchachos y muchachas. My farewell is approaching soon.
OOC: Oh, yes. I have bad problems with my throat and I don't want treatment, and all the ones I let them do didn't work. I'm not doing anything that is not going to work and make me suffer more. That's it. I'm done with the crap.
I'm not doing anything anymore. It's harder and harder to breathe everyday. Playing Badminton leaves me breathless after one serve.. I can't carry books because I can't lift the heavy weight without breathing to heavy.
Ashnee I really hope things turn up for you. ;o; it's not like I can do anything from all the way in Ohio, but you can text me and I can try to comfort you. I can't imagine being in your shoes right now, but just try and take it the best you can.
OOC: Being in my shoes? There are a few people here for me right now, people I'm ever more grateful for.
My brother, my older sister, my grams, and Erick. Those are only some of the people I'm wishing for.
It's fine though.
The one I want here hasn't given two sh`its about any of this, so, it's fine. You learn to move along. Hold your head and be okay. The worlds not over yet.
I have come to inform you all that a few nights ago, Ashnee moved on. Died in her sleep, with Erick holding her. She had things she wanted to tell everyone that were never said, and I hope to tell everyone later, but in the meantime, be as you were if this does not affect you.