♥ vision of me and four ♥

limbs cold. the ache spreads like a metastasizing cancer throughout the body. this ache, this ache. this ache makes the knees weak and spine curve. sometimes it stops and it feels so good, but it comes back, and each time it does, harder and stronger. i close my eyes and grit my teeth. i can only groan. groaning seems to be the only alternative to painkillers.

my periods seem to get progressively worse and heavier. i can’t wait to have my four children and then go for a hysterectomy.

urgh.

on another note, i don’t know why i’ve become so emotionally needy. i used to think cuddles and hugs were stupid. perhaps distance really makes the heart fonder.

and now, to wait for the monthly demon to leave.