There are quite a number of things that you regret doing after you have done them. By this time last year, I prayed for my life to be just as it is right now, it was one of the few new year resolutions that I actually kept. Right now, I do not know what prompted such rash and stupid decisions. Right now, I am out of sanitary materials. Right now, I am glued to my bathroom floor, wondering when this pain will go away. Wondering when, these body fluids will stop their procession from my below, stop mocking me for my terrible and youthful choices.
True love was all I ever asked for, and I thought I got it. All the nights I spent with Ade were miserably fun. He would take me to the sweetest spots in town and I would eat desserts and ice-cream to my satisfaction. He really did leave a lot of memories with me before travelling.
He left this calamity in my stomach which I am now being forced to expel all alone. He never returned my calls even when I told him that I felt the drugs the physician had prescribed were too harsh. Oh my days, men really are scum.
I still remember the physician's words, "take 2 now, and 2 by night. In a week, it'll be all over."
It has been 3 weeks now. I still go to the supermarket to buy sanitary materials to restock my bathroom. I still cannot go out because I am too drained to walk. This is what a man does to you. He lies to you, tells you that he loves you, takes you to eat ice cream, and then he, he---. Men, they forget you.
Ade proved to be like them all, he was never there for me all through the period I was purging from excess ice-cream intake. He told me I'd be fine, but I am not. I shit every 20 minutes and as such have to constantly fight with my flatmate because I'm always in the bathroom when she needs to use it. No I am not pregnant, and I am not having an abortion. I just have a sore anus. *sobs*.
True love was all I ever asked for, and I thought I got it. All the nights I spent with Ade were miserably fun. He would take me to the sweetest spots in town and I would eat desserts and ice-cream to my satisfaction. He really did leave a lot of memories with me before travelling.
He left this calamity in my stomach which I am now being forced to expel all alone. He never returned my calls even when I told him that I felt the drugs the physician had prescribed were too harsh. Oh my days, men really are scum.
I still remember the physician's words, "take 2 now, and 2 by night. In a week, it'll be all over."
It has been 3 weeks now. I still go to the supermarket to buy sanitary materials to restock my bathroom. I still cannot go out because I am too drained to walk. This is what a man does to you. He lies to you, tells you that he loves you, takes you to eat ice cream, and then he, he---. Men, they forget you.
Ade proved to be like them all, he was never there for me all through the period I was purging from excess ice-cream intake. He told me I'd be fine, but I am not. I shit every 20 minutes and as such have to constantly fight with my flatmate because I'm always in the bathroom when she needs to use it. No I am not pregnant, and I am not having an abortion. I just have a sore anus. *sobs*.
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