It's been a year since Augustus died. I still hear his voice, telling me that it's okay. I know Augustus wouldn't want me to linger on him and his death, but to move on and try to find someone else. It's not that easy. I miss him more and more as the time passes. I don't enjoy visiting with his parents anymore because they've moved on more than I have. Being in his house, his room just makes me cry. I try my hardest not to cry around his parents. I cry at home, and my mom tries to get me out of the house, but it doesn't happen often. I went to the support group once or twice right after his death, but now the Literal Heart of Jesus just makes me cry. Isaac and I try to hang out, but I'm just sad all the time, and no fun to be around. I only have a few more weeks, and I know I won't make it to my eighteenth birthday. It makes me sad because I've seen what my parents will be like because I've seen Augustus's parents. I mean I realize that cancer is just a side effect of dying. I'm writing this from in the hospital, and forgive me if it ends abruptly, because my lungs are filling with fluid, and I just want everyone to know that
