Dear crush.

Yo! The 'crush' word just seems to suit every letter. So, yeah.

The past few days have been a rush. With those frequent check-ups and drug-removals. One good that has happened, is that the doctors have detected the drug. It is a drug used in the countryside and borders for wars and tactics. It has a really slow effect on people. The drug may lead to any kind of disease. For my case, it was cancer. It is made of some leaf found in those hilly regions.

And this info just helped increase my general knowledge. Haha.

So...how's life? How were your exams? Finally the 1st term is over. Now its just another term and Bam! You're graduated! Excited, huh?

What I've been thinking these past few days is...I think, I should go for Euthanasia.

I mean, go for letting the doctors not helping me survive. I know I'll be dying. And I know nothing can be done. Then why suffer all this pain and zero hope to survive? I can just allow the doctors to kill me and I'll have a peaceful death. With half of my body parts still working.

Today a senior doctor came to check on me. He was really young, and must say, experienced. And he looked so handsome! Like...Zac Efron! He was really friendly too.

I was given a lecture on Life and Death. He explained me everything so clearly...that it's like hearing the point of view of a dead person. Seriously. He told me how everything is just the 3rd Newton's Law~"Every action has an equal and opposite reaction."

And this did help me overcome my fear of death. Many people die, no? Some die a peaceful, stressless death...while others, a painful, feary death. I'm just one of those million humans who die every day. The only difference is, I'm dying early.

Aah! I was talking about Euthanasia. Should I just allow it? It's legal, you know. I won't have to go through the physical pain and all. I wonder if there'd be an afterlife.

Or maybe, just maybe, I shouldn't. If I go through euthanasia, I wouldn't be able to express my feelings to you. I'd have to stop writing to you. I won't be able to enjoy these two months of surving.

You might be wondering that I'm bipolar, right? Haha.

Now I'm really short of things to tell you. I'm sure you'll be bored with the sick hospital stories I tell you. I don't have anything else to tell, Jeff. I don't have visitors to talk. I'm not really social to know about what's happening in the world.

Even if I know anything, I'll not tell ya. Let me leave something to tell you when you come to see me.

Your non-existent friend,
Sasha.

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