Dear Diary,

I coughed a lot of blood yesterday.

I was rushed to the ER, and the doctor had to operate on me. I was unconscious the whole time, and when I woke up, my mom was sleeping on my bedside.

I feel weaker. Dr. Song told me that he got most of the tumor that was growing around my kidney. For now, they still need to monitor the progress of the tumors.

Mom was telling me how brave I was, and that I'll be better soon. She's lying, of course. Why would I be better when the cancer's practically eating me?

But I couldn't tell her that. She was just trying to build her hopes up, and I can't destroy that.

I've been here almost a week and I don't feel any improvement. If anything, I feel like I'm getting tired each day.

I don't have that much friends, but I missed being in school. The exams are tough, but I'd rather be studying than be inside this hospital.

I need someone to talk to.

Just someone. Anyone that could listen to me.

Because I feel like I can't do this anymore.

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