My name is Tracey. I'm twenty-four and from Michigan. I'm passive aggressive and like Diet Coke. I suffer from chronic bitch face and a poor attitude. Most my friends are queers and Andrea Gibson is the closest thing I have to an idol.
I spent the first five years of my life watching my sister die from cancer. It’s not fun. It’s not cute. She DIED, not just from the cancer’s till but because the treatments were so harsh. It was devastating to see her struggle and go through so much pain. Even at a young age I could tell that it was horrible. Why would anyone wish that on themselves let alone someone else so they can have a “cute” love. That’s not romantic. That’s fucking bullshit. Love is wishing it on yourself so a loved one didn’t have to go through that. I spent so many years thinking that it should have been me. If you want romance take your boyfriend somewhere nice and appreciate the life you fucking have with him without the negatives. Don’t wish cancer on yourself or anyone else. Ever.