I don’t know if I’ll ever get married, and frankly I’m quite fine with it either way. Even if I do, I don’t ever want to have kids - don’t get me wrong, I love children and all, just not for more than a couple of hours. (I think I’d make a better godmother or something, so long as there’s someone for me to return the tike to.) Besides, I have this theory that if I decide, later on, that I do want to have kids, I’d rather adopt. Seeing as how there are already so many children in the world who don’t have homes, why not give one of them a home instead of just making a whole new one?

Besides, that way you can choose. Like shopping leh! (Okay I’m kidding. Don’t send the child welfare folk after me.)

SO WHY CAN’T I HAVE A HYSTERECTOMY?!

I’m fucking bleeding my guts out for nothing, going through all this pain and suffering. I don’t want to move I don’t want to eat I don’t want to sleep I don’t want to do anything because I’m in pain oh the pain the suffering somebody please kill me now remove my uterus remove my ovaries remove everything I don’t even care if I can’t have sex (I will retract that statement when I’m in less pain) anyway having a hysterectomy doesn’t mean you can’t have sex anymore scream somebody put me out of my misery I beg you.

(Yes, it’s that time of the month again.)

I would like to be sayang-ed, please. Sniff.

Now Playing: Everybody Hurts by R.E.M.