April 9, 2012
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Dear 11 Fucking Months. I think I hate you.
Ronan. This solitude thing… it’s alright. It’s necessary. I’m doing it as much as possible. As much as I can for still being among the living, while really being dead. That’s what I feel like lately. It’s o.k. It’s part of this process for me. For as much as I’m checking out, I am still…
anger, arizona, AZ, Baseballs, best friends, Bloomingdales, bullshit, Cancer, Cancer is an Asshole, Chemotherapy, childhood cancer, Conditions and Diseases, Danny’s Car Wash, Delizia’s pizza, Dr. Brian Kushner, Dr. Joanne Cacciatore, Easter, F U Cancer, faith, First Annual Feaster, Hiking, Hunger Games, Inferno Hiking, isolation, maya thompson, MISS Foundation, Neuroblastoma, new york city, Oak Creek Canyon, Passover, Passover rules, pearl jam, phoenix children’s hospital, phoenix suns, Reality sucks and so does 11 months, Rockstar Ronan, Roligion, Ronan, Sedona, Sedona Arizona, solitude, strength, The Hunger Games, The Ronan Thompson Foundation, truth, twins
ROCKSTAR RONAN 
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