I always dread these sorts of things. People dictating what I need to wear and then when I show up dressed like I always do, I get called scum and told I don't care about whatever horrible illness some stupid person I've never heard of, or better someone that's caused me agony over the years, has. I don't know this boy. He means nothing to me. I will not be wearing yellow. If anyone truly cared they would be jumping to empty their bank accounts into his treatment funds. Jax knows what's up.