I Am Violet

16 years old Typical annoying, American, teenage girl Fighting cancer I don't know what I'm doing

[violetthompsonisalive]

This thing

[violetthompsonisalive]

September 15, 2014

Reporting live from the counselors office. Just me by myself in here with nothing but the Taylor Swift pandora station she set up for me and one of those little sand boxes with the rakes and rocks in it that's like supposed to calm you down or something. It doesn't calm me down. It stresses me out because I freaking keep knocking the sand out of it so I just sweep it underneath it but if anyone moves it, all they are gonna see is a big pile of sand underneath it. It's not calming at all.

[violetthompsonisalive]

September 14, 2014

Tomorrow is my moms birthday. I know she will be working all day tomorrow and probably won't get home until 8:30pm that night because she has to take time off work to take me down to San Francisco to meet with my medical team at the end of the week. She deserves better than that. I'm under house arrest ever since my trip to the ER this weekend from an allergic reaction to the god damn air so I can't even get her a real birthday gift. She deserves so much better than that. It's now 11pm and I am wide awake. I feel like I could write a novel and then some, however I am going to try to go to sleep because my mom gets worried when I'm tired. I mean she's always worried, but especially when I don't get a good nights sleep. Little does she know, I haven't gotten a good nights sleep since I was diagnosed. I'm not tired physically, I'm tired of seeing her tired. This is too much for her. I wish I could just be my own mother and she could just go do fun teenage things that she was robbed of when I was born (getting pregnant at 17 was definitely not part of her 4 year plan for high school.) Before she comes and checks on me again, I'm gonna sign off for tonight. Talk to you tomorrow. Whoever you are.

[violetthompsonisalive]

Hi

They say that when you are faced with death, you realize all the things that you should be doing, the things you want to do to do in the future and the things you should’ve done in the past. When I was faced with death however, everything went blank. I could barely muster up enough thoughts to remember how to tie my shoes let alone figure what the hell I wanted to do with my remaining time. Am I not worthy of thoughts anymore?

I don’t know what this is and I’m not even sure if anyone will ever see this, but I’d like to believe there will be one person out there sitting at their computer, reading my story and believing that I am not going totally crazy. I think knowing that will keep me sane. I guess I’ll just treat this like a diary and hope that no one ever finds out who I actually am.

Anyways, my name is Violet. I am 16 years old. I’m an Aries, I enjoy pretty much anything that doesn’t involve having to stand for long periods of time and I have cancer