I Had A Tumor. But It Was

Unfortunately, There's No Greater Rhyme Or Reason As To Why It Would Be Me. And Since There Is No Answer As To Why Me, It's Not A Question I Feel Really Entitled To Ask.

Everybody's Got Something. In The End, What Choice Does One Really Have But To Understand That Truth, To Really Take It In, And Then Shop For Groceries, Get A Haircut, Do One's Work; Get On With The Business Of One's Life. That's The Hope, Anyway.

But If One's Dreams Having To Come True Was The Only Referendum On Whether They Were Beautiful, Or Worth Dreaming, Well Then, No One Would Wish For Anything. And That Would Be So Much Sadder.

You Can't Win All The Contests And Then Lose At One Contest And Say, 'why Am I Not Winning This Contest As Well?' It's Random. So Truthfully, Again, Do I Wish It Weren't Me? Absolutely. I Still Can't Make That Logistic Jump To Thinking There's A Reason Why It Shouldn't Be Me.

I Have So Little Control Over The Act Of Writing That It's All I Can Do To Remain Conscious.