Death defines the end of me.

I've been having this weird thought lately.
If I only have 3 months to live.

Today.. i had to do a similar question in my chinese class.

Would you spend your life wasting time? Why?

No, why waste it when you only have one. Instead, if you go ahead and waste your life, would there be any difference between life and death?

To be honest, i rather die knowing when i'll die instead of going away in my sleep. Why? For many reasons.
I get to say goodbye.
I get to appreciate everything for the last time.
I'll at least know i'm leaving this world happily.
And many other reasons.

I know it's weird talking bout life and death at the age of 14..
Spare me.