I am almost broke, and I have almost spent all of my savings on insurance co-payments. If you read my last poem, they think it might be cancer, so thats some bull sha-nay-nay I have been dealing with. I haven't told anyone except 4 of my closest friends. In fact I go in for hopefully my last biopsy Saturday after our performance. I can't bring myself to tell my parents. I have burdened them enough throughout life and to be honest I've been to angry with them to let them care. My little sister called me from home to tell me that she over heard them talking divorce. I'm angry that they would consider that while she is the only one home and about to start high school in a new town with nobody around to be with her. I am at school, my brother is with his new wife in NC waiting to be deployed somewhere overseas. I hate my parents sometimes.
I love my mother, but I do not like her. She is a good human being, but not always a good mom. I don't feel like she deserves to know. My dad is a stressed human being, and it would break me if I gave him another thing to break him. I've been dealing with this all on my own since September, but depending on Saturday's results I wont be able to support this anymore. That sounds weird, I have to support a sickness I may or may not have. I don't know if I will ever tell them, maybe I'll just let it rock.
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