i wished for cancer and not just once but a few times over the years. what kind of person wishes for something that destroys the lives of so many, so many who do not deserve the unyielding disease? apparently I’m that kind of person. i concocted three reasons why i made my wish…
1. people have called me beautiful and they assume the same of my soul. cancer steals beauty as quickly as it steals life and would surely expose my ugliness.
2. I figure that if I’m severely sick then I would have a reason to feel the way I do now, there would be emotional justification. And
3. I’m a disgusting human being with no appreciation or concern for the life I have and for the few kind souls within it.
three answers but which ones right? or are they all right and I’m nothing more than a text book case of pathetic?