Piece of shit. It’s only the 6th day of April and I close to having scars that will haunt me for life.

My childhood friend. Yesterday, she was still suspected of having cancer. And today… The diagnose is 4th stage of bone cancer.

I don’t get it. I seriously don’t. She’s a healthy girl! She played sports in school. How is this possible?

We were close. Probably like 15 years ago when we were little kids performing for who knows what. I never enjoyed the performances, just the good times I have with these playmates that I treasure till now.

We were flowers, secretly hiding in the push carts, awaiting to wave our leaves in the air.

We were stars, costumes made up of materials so comfy that we slept side by side, in the darkness where spotlights shone on us. We stick our little star stickers on our costumes, choosing our favourite colour, exchanging our hopes and dreams as we pasted onto them.

We were ninjas whose special powers was only about rolling on the floor and skipping as high as we could.

We were drummers who waved our sticks at the evil forces, forming our “Home”, uniting everyone who has drifted back to where we belong…

I hate this. I really do.

We didn’t stay in contact. We drifted apart.. I’ve got my own school friends. So does she. Our only connection is the temple and the photos we took.

I pray.. That this whole thing is just a lame April Fools’ joke. When I wake up… Everything will be ok again. I am not the world’s most pathetic person in the world and there’s no such thing as bone cancer.