I'm sick.
I have leukemia.
No,you're eighteen, you're perfect.
I found out two years ago. I've stopped responding to treatments.
So why didn't you tell me?
The doctor said I should go on and live life normally as best I could. I didn't want anybody to be weird around me.
Including me?-Especially you!
You know I was getting along with everything fine, I accepted it, and then you happened.
I do not need a reason to be angry with God.