Ugh I hate my birthday. It’s always “Happy birthday Jimin,” and “You’ve grown so much,” and “I can’t wait to see how much you’ll grow in the future.” Well news flash people. You won't.
Why? Because the good doctors of Seoul, South Korea’s “finest” hospitals have given me 3 weeks to live. I have cancer. But I don’t need, or want, your pity.
I’ve always hated it, when people pitied me…
Today I had a visitor. My friend Jungkook. He came with his boyfriend Taehyung, and we played video games, and ate ice cream and pizza. It was so yummy. And fun.
They stayed for a couple of hours, before they had to go back to school.
School… I can’t believe I am saying this, but I miss school. Even the annoying teachers and students.
If I had known that my sophomore year of high school, would be my last, I would have tried out for everything. But I didn’t.
I only found out, when I had to go to the hospital, after I had passed out, while driving, and I got into a car accident.
Then there were lots and lots of tests, and eventually, I had to drop out of school, because I would miss so much school, there was no point for me to go anymore.
But I really don’t need any pity. I just wanted to tell somebody my story. The truth is….I’m scared. I have never been more scared than I am right now. I don’t want to die. I want to live.
Grow up. Have kids. Get married. I want to have a long life. That’s all I want…. Those 6 things… Is that so hard to ask?