I'm sorry.
Why is apologizing the first thing I did when I had to tell everyone I had a tumor? "I'm sorry," I said, like I failed them.
This is how I die.
Some people fight, but why am I ready? I haven't even felt sick. "This is how I die," I told myself, before there was even a prognosis.
I haven't finished.
Regret? Drive? Or just a statement? "I haven't finished," I told the universe matter-of-factly.
I'm sorry.
