Would I be a better person? Probably. I wouldn't be so bitter or angry or sad. Or maybe I would? Do I want this to be my identity? I can't pretend it didn't happen anymore. I can't convince myself that I'll wake up and it'll all go away. This is my life. Maybe I'm not any closer to accepting it. I'm still wishing it had never happened 10 years on? Will I still be wishing in 20 years?
I don't even know why I think about that so much. It's impossible to ever know. Maybe I've walked past my double and she looks nothing like me because she didn't have Cancer. I feel like I can't live my life without wondering what could've been and I waste so much energy thinking about it but I can't seem to stop myself. I wish I thought in a different way. I wish my brain would stop connecting happiness to a cancer less life. I wish I could stop thinking about this stuff all the time and that for once I could just focus on real things like applying for university and art and what I want to do with my future. But my mind is in the past. And I'm wishing again.
I'm sorry if this post makes no sense~
Sophie xo
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