My name is Park Chaeyoung, 18 years old.

       It was 2 years ago when I got diagnosed with leukemia and the doctor said that it was on its 2nd stadium so still there's a chance to get rid of it if I do all the treatments he would give me at the time. But all he said was bull. Those painful therapies did nothing but worsened my condition. It was 2 months ago when I faced with the same doctor and he told me that my cancer was already on its last stadium and nothing he could do but hoping for miracle. Miracle bull...

       It has been 3 months since I toke a break from school and got hospitalized in this VIP hospital room literally waiting for my death. To be honest, I've already lost hoping to recover or even to live. I'm tired of this life. My life was nothing but pain. All I wanted was death. But it seemed like God just really hate me to the hell. He kept me live painfully in this hell world and didn't give me the death I was longing for. Didn't He see that I've suffered enough because of this sickness? That I felt hurt everytime I saw my parents cry because of me? The feeling of becoming the burden. My life was nothing but sorrow. Didn't He feel that I've hurt enough mentally and physically?

       Well, I hate Him...

       It was a cold November night when I decided to end my live. If God didn't want to give it to me, then I could manage my own death. Who need God anyway? I began t