4 Months feels like 4 Years. Thanks, Cancer. You’re AWESOME.
Ro. I can write tonight. I need to write tonight. It’s been a couple of days I think. I don’t know that I’ll be able to sleep tonight. It’s creeping up. The 9th of every month date. 3:30 a.m. will be here soon. I’ve been dreading it all week. Consumed by it. 4 months is…4 Months, angels, arizona, Cancer, childhood cancer, Childhood Disease, Dr. Beth, Dr. Joanne, Dr. Rachel, Family, FUCK, Garage Boutique for Kids, Hats, hope, iPod, Lance Armstrong, Lovie, maya thompson, MISS Foundation, Mr. Sparkly Eyes, Neuroblastoma, phoenix children’s hospital, Rockstar Ronan, sarah matheson, Spirit Hoods, Star Wars, Starbucks, The Bravery, The Ronan Thompson Foundation, The Ryan House, Tom Petty, true love, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
You are my God, my Heaven, and someday, my Peace
Ro baby. Hi. I’m still here. I’m going to say, unfortunately, because that’s what I’m feeling at this time. As much as I talk to you and ask you to take me with you…. I don’t think you are going to. You want me here, on this earth, and I have to…Ambien, angels, anger, arizona, best friends, bullshit, Cancer, Chemotherapy, childhood cancer, Childhood Disease, Conditions and Diseases, doctors, Dr. Joanne, FUCK, Grief Therapy, honesty, i hope you are safe, I love you to the moon and back, love, maya thompson, MISS organization, Music is life, new york city, Phoenix Adventure Boot Camp, phoenix children’s hospital, reality, Ristoral, Rockstar Ronan, Sertraline, Star Wars, strength, The most beautiful boy in the world, The Ronan Thompson Foundation, twins, woody thompson, Zoloft, Zolpidem
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