I knew I was going to die.
It was something I had come to accept after I had gotten my diagnoses. That was two years ago. They said I wouldn't last past 4 years, and in the last two years of my life I decided on something. I was going to create and finish a bucket list. Maybe I will make my goal.
#1- Go cliff diving.
Probably one of the most ridiculous on my list. But definitely important. I had to do something stupid.
#2- Go to every continent.
That one would be difficult, seeing as I ran away from my family. But I always had the support of my grandfather/uncle/cousin/something. I don't really know.
The list would go on and on. I had gotten it quite long. But probably the most important one on the list, and the last.
#39- Go on a date with my best friend, Kisame Hoshigaki.