Dear Diary,
Its been 1 day, 3 hours and 16 minutes since I found out I have been infected with the AIDS virus. I don't know if it's my mind playing tricks on me or if my body is telling me the truth, but with every hour that passes me by, I feel as if I am growing weaker and weaker. I never thought I would have to think about what dying would be like or my own funeral until 1 day, 3 hours and 17 minutes ago. I could say my life could be worse, but it can't. Hopefully I don't feel the pain as bad as most cases get. Maybe there can be some type of exception for people who get infected when they clearly do not deserve it at all and deserve to live a long, happy life. But hoping and wisshing does not have any comparison to reality. The reality is, I have AIDS and I am going to die soon.
With Love,
Rachel