I’m 25 today and have been battling cancer for 2 1/2 years

And it sucks. I have nothing good to say about it. They just gave me some anti anxiety pills to help with my anxiety and nausea and I think it’s triggering some suicidal ideation that I haven’t felt in a long time. Or maybe it’s just that I’m 25 and have cancer and it’s so completely unfair.

Happy fucking birthday to me. I’m so fucking sad.