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May 8th, 2025 My name is Daisy Evans. I’m starting this journal because I only have a few years left to live and I never really documented any of the good times in my life. Actually, I’m not even sure if I have any good times left. My muscular dystrophy set in not long after I started high school, I was living with an abusive aunt and uncle then. Thankfully after hitting 18, I moved in with a good friend who now doubles as my caretaker, James, I’m 22 now. Not-so-thankfully, my condition has progressed to the point of needing a wheelchair occasionally as of last year. Today, I find myself using it more and more, for almost entire days. It’s getting harder to breathe, too, it’s not just my limbs that are suffering from atrophy. James is looking into getting me help, but I’m not too hopeful. I don’t know why I started this whole thing, what am I even going to write about? “Sat in my wheelchair watching TV, dreading my impending doom”, yeah… this is stupid. I’m the last person who’s