2 weeks later

I am getting used to the medication. Well, not really, but I find it less... annoying. I have been nauseous and tired for two weeks now, so you can say that it's kinda part of me now. The only thing I can't get used to, is the hair. Every day I wake up, the strands on my pillow are getting bigger. There are no bald spots, but you can clearly see that my hair is getting thinner. It worries me. I don't want to lose my hair. 

It's not any different today. I sigh, take the pieces of hair from my bed and toss them in the trashcan in the bathroom. I look pale, with dark circles under my eyes. My leg doesn't hurt any less, but the doctor says it's not growing anymore, so that's okay. If you can call it that. But I refuse to let it take the best of me. I keep my chin up, and I still take care of myself. I don't leave my parents' house, the risk of being seen by sasaeng is to big. They already made a fuzz when they found out I don't live with Yongguk anymore. He explained it by telling them I would be lonely without him, so I went back to my mom for as long as he is gone. He left three days ago, he is America right now, and from what I hear, I can tell it's been amazing for them. Big crowds, wonderful shows, the most unique experience they ever had. 

I take my brush from the sink, but I regret it after the first . There is a huge piece of hair stuck to it. My mouth falls open in perplexity, I'm tearing up and I drop the brush. T