I find that there are many WTF moments in my 19 years here.. or is it 20?
Like when i blew my nose and blood splattered out, i just had to say WTF.
Or when i was playing the controversial Modern Warfare 2, and online, i met a bunch of high level hackers, i just had to say WTF.
Or when i realized that there is SO much more chemo to go, i just had to say it… WTF.
Or when the doctor said that wed i have to be admitted for my next chemo.. WTF
When i am alone i say it out loud.. WA DA FARK.
When i am with people, like my doctor, there is this voice in my head that goes WHAT…….. THE……… FUCK. But the words that come out of my mouth are “Yep, ok, sure” But inside, i am WTF.
Cant take it anymore.
Dont want any more chemo.
I want it to stop.
Maybe i want quality of life over quantity.
Shit man i rather die, or would i?
Too much chemo, maybe i will ask the doctor, what would happen if i stopped my chemo now?
Cant take it no more man.
Just want to be normal.
Please make this nightmare end.
Some times, i forget i am a soldier, until i look at my 11b, with the picture of me there, with hair, nice nice hair. Or until i see a BMT bastard at SGH at the H Clinic, probably seeing the ortho doctor about some arm or leg injury, just like me, just like me a few months ago.
At the H clinic, the TV is stilling playing the same program as it was in April, the same nurses work there as they did in april.
I sit there just like in april, except that im dying on the inside.
Well. on another note, Happy Belated Birthday Ronald, that makes u 19 right? or 20? Ah man, its another year. I remember 2 years ago we were watching beowulf, and 1 year ago we were doing A levels. MAN, time does fly doesnt it bro? See you soon eh? Have a nice one.
-General Sam