I'm still figuring out what life means, I go to the rehab every sembreak. I still study, but not in school, I do home study. My uncle told me "you'll stop going to the rehab once you're 15" I'm happy because I hate the rehab and I'm turning 15 in 4 months. My uncle once introduced me to his Filipina child, we got close and all, she was fun to be with we talk every night about random stuffs. Well she's my cousin and her name is Emma, she mostly talks about her friends. One day the sun was shining so bright and I vomited I don't know why or how did this happened, I was rushed to the hospital by my uncle, and I went through a lot of tests, when the test results were out my uncle read it first. And it said that I have leukemia stage 2. I wasn't surprised I was happy I wanted it to be stage 4 actually, because I wanted to die already, I don't want to commit suicide or eat something poisonous. I want to die because of cancer, I didn't tell Emma or my other relatives, my uncle and I decided and agreed to keep it a secret. Having leukemia is hard, chemotherapy twice a month and drinking maintenance, why should I drink these medicines and have chemo if I already want to die?! My life is a joke, my life doesn't signify anything not even a reason.
to be continued...
