i complete today 15 years since i was diagnosed(13y). i feel that i am solid to pass all of these years fighting but sometimes i feel annoyed and tired . sometimes i feel i am grateful for that and sometimes i feel melancholia . all these years passed but i learn that the life is worthless to keep feeling sad of, at the end all of these don't even matter . i advice all of you to indulge the moment nothing deserves to annoyed for. happy fifth anniversary to me. remember clearly "AT THE END IT DOESN'T EVEN MATTER"