Dear dad,

Sorry for all the things i said and say to you when i’m mad at you.. You didn’t chose for this, you didn’t chose to have cancer.

I hate myself for this.. all the times i was mad at you and hoped you would die and now? Now you are going to die because you won’t get better and it hurts so f*cking much to see you having pain..

I know it hurts you when i don’t say anything back when you say that you love me and that you are proud at me, but i just can’t say it.

I love you dad and i’m sorry.

You’re little girl.