Dear Smokers, Druggies, Hipsters, Drunks, and Substance Abusers of the world-
Each day, I am prodded by needles.
Each day, my breathing grows shallower.
Each day, people come and cry by my bedside.
Each day, my parents cry and cry over the fact that their 14 year old daughter will be gone within the next 6 months.
Each day, I wonder why God chose to make me sick, to cut my life short.
Each day, I wish more than anything that I had a choice in the matter.
Each day, many of you too are prodded by needles.
Each day, you inhale your precious chemicals, and your breathing, too, grows shallow.
Each day, you too are dying.
Only, you do have a choice.
You have a choice, but you’re wasting it.
Stop wasting it.
For others like me.