I just want to write about this thought

That if I ever found out I have a terminal disease, I don't want people to know about it. Not even my family or Jet.

I want them to treat me the same.

No pity, no sympathy.

And then, I can still live my life as free as I want it to be (if my body can still handle it)

But then I thought, I don't need to wait having a terminal illness before living the life I want.

I should do it now.

Live life.

We only have one.