I have a terminal illness. At

I have a terminal illness. At some point next year the doctor’s reckon I’m going to die. I’m 14 years old, 15 in 3 days. The chances of me reaching my 16th birthday are not very high. I know I’m going to die, I’ve accepted that there is nothing I can do. But even after knowing this for the past 7 years I can’t bring myself to tell my friends. I know I should but I’m scared they’ll treat me different. And time is running out for me to tell them.

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