This is it.

I hope when my family look back at my journey they realise how hard I tried and how resilient I were when I am not around any more. Dealing with illnesses at such a young age trying to keep up with the world in every aspect. Coming back relentlessly after setbacks just to get back at the starting point. I fight for so long and now I am tired. Finally my heart is at ease after making peace with the fate. I tried my best but circumstances is such that I am being forced to fail and fight for existence. I don’t want to live like this. I either win or I end it. There’s no way for me to win so I am ending it. If only I were healthy.