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

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

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

Slowly—

I am dying.