It has been six months since I was diagnosed with leukemia. I tried to get treatment midway through, but the cost was too much for me. Damn it, I should have saved some money.

Anyway, one day, while I was rotting away at home without being able to get treatment, some men moved in next door. They were so loud. Honestly, do they think they rented out the whole apartment?

Today, I'm stuck in bed again, covering my ears and eyes with the blanket, lying there with the lights off. I don't even have the strength to eat or the energy to drink, so I just lie here.

Slowly—

I am dying.