It's Killing Me...
Today is supposedly the last day of my life. I am having a deadly disease which the doctor said was curable, but I've lost all hopes. I'll be dieing at the age of twenty seven. I have cancer and almost all the people related to me somehow know it, which includes my mother, father, that friend who is always going to the office with me, my ex-girlfriend who was actually cheating on me and my therapist. I don't want to die, but I do not want to bear the pain this cancer thing is giving me since the past six weeks. I just want to get over with it. I remember the first day I got to know of this bloody thing. I was on my morning jog as usual but my sides were troubling me so much. I told my friend about it while he was driving us to the office and he asked me to consult a doctor. That evening was the worst one I had ever imagined. I don't know what name the doctor took. It was a pretty difficult one, so I had him write it on the page for me. The doctor said that they would...