Introduction
I’m starting this book, knowing I’ll
never finish it. Hell, I’ll probably never write it. I know who will, and I’m
alright with that. That’s why I had him promise to me that he’d do it. And he
will, for me. But I know he’ll include this note I’m writing, a lead in to the
story I want the world to know.
I’m fading now. Fading away no matter
how much I freaking fight it. I’m fighting like hell to hold on. But it’s
getting harder and harder with each damn day. Soon, I’ll be gone, leaving
nothing behind but this shell that’s nothing like the real me. It’s killing me
to know what my future holds, and I’m going to admit it, I’m scared beyond
anything I’ve ever imagined.
So remember me as I was, and not for
what I’ll become.
Remember how I lived, not how I’ll
die.
Remember me this way.
That’s all I ask.
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