It's weird, I never thought it'd be over this fast. I'm not afraid of dying, I have my beliefs and I'm not scared anymore, I'm just tired of this place. I'll be 17 this sunday Jan 16th and backin november my doctors. Dr. daniel caplan and Dr. michael Scheckter* (I hope I'm spelling his name correctly) told me I had a year to live if I was lucky. I've declined to go on the transplant list, the evaluation board would most likely deny me anyway, and I've signed a DNR, well not a legal one since i'm not 18 but it's been agreed upon and talked about with parents and doctors,social workers, and whoever else was in that cold meeting room. I don't want to be put on a vent, I want it to end when it ends, I'm still doing my treatments and running as much as I can which isn't much, but it's a losing battle. I don't know why I'm rambling on to strangers on a website I visit once a year, and I don't know if this is in the right place... I guess I'm just surprised that I will probably never see my 18th birthday, I'll never be a writer or a pilot, I'll never build that nice house in texas where it's always sunny. I'll never marry. And the only real question that I have is how to tell my bestfriend that It's almost over, he's seen me in the hospital but he doesn't know about the ICU and i've hid my oxygen from him for over two months now. He is so naive and he has no idea how bad it is. But I don't know how to tell him even though I feel like he deserves to know. wow this is long and pretty pointless I guess, but i had to get it out. I'm going to end this now, any spelling erros I will blame on this old keyboard, half the keys work, and my tired eyes since it's 4:30 A.M.