Pre-birthday programming.

I've been lying down on my bed without moving for the past 30 minutes. It feels like if I move, I might annoy and the pain might worsen. Ever since my period started, I haven't known peace. My body doesn't feel like mine and everything hurts.

Anyways, I can't dwell on that forever, especially as tomorrow is my birthday. I ate cake today, I don't think I'm a fan of red velvet cake. It was nice, but I just couldn't stop thinking about what it'd feel like to be eating chocolate cake instead—a huge fan.

I went to school today and I got small chops. If I go to school tomorrow and I somehow get money (I've used up all my money for August), I know exactly what I'm doing after I'm done for the day. Heading straight to the small chops place. The interesting thing is, the distance between my faculty (the park too) and the place where it's sold is so much, but I still do it. I'm not much of a trekker, you see, I'm making a sacrifice.

I downloaded my Snapchat again and deleted it after 10 minutes. I wouldn't say I don't understand the app, but I just don't understand why I have to use Snapchat AND WhatsApp. They're kinda the same thing (🤫, hold your horses). Obviously, you can reach more people on Snapchat, the whole point is to connect with your contacts, unlike Instagram where you have to follow people and the likes. But still. It's like using WhatsApp AND Telegram.

Generally, I'm not even a social media person. The only permanent social media app in my life is WhatsApp, and I delete it whenever it gets to me. It doesn't even need to get to me, I just need to feel like it.

The time I spent on Snapchat though, I found out that Davido was doing a wedding AGAIN. I guess this time it's the white wedding, but still. It feels like this is the fourth time something like this is happening. That reminds me. One thing I don't like about Snapchat is the fact that I can't turn the explore page off. I have to see news I don't care about and people I don't even want to know about.

Anyway, I went to school, and now I'm back. I want to cut my uterus off. I'm going to go back to staring into the dark and waiting for the pain to go away.

See you tomorrow.

Bye x.