Dear Seth,

For 5 whole seconds I held your attention. Though it left me shaking (I still am), it was worth the email that might leave me sick tonight.

So tomorrow my journey starts. I'll be slowly snaking my towards California, in hopes that the doctors there will be able to help me. Because if what the doctor here said what I have is true, then time is of the utmost importance. And without that help I'm a ticking time bomb and I will die without help. I don't want to die, I want to live. But living like this is no life at all.

If there was ever a chance, I do need to see you. God, so badly too. But I just don't know if my body, literally, could handle it. And that's what really sucks. Pure fucking misery. Maybe in the pouring rain that's predicted for Wednesday?

Anyways I hope that you're having a great day. Now it's time for me to get packing to leave.

p.s. I love you