My leg hurts. I am exhausted all the time. The tumours are shrinking but my god they are leaving a mess behind. I feel sick. I feel depressed. I just want to curl up in a ball and not talk to anybody. I do not want this life. I am not having fun anymore. Stop the ride, I want to get off. Except where does one go? What does one do? Except sit in a hole and look at the stars and dream of a time I roamed the earth but did not know it.