I want you out of my life.

You make me feel useless when you are with me.
You always make me cry when you visit me.
Why can't you just go away and leave me alone?
I am happy without you.
I don't need you and I don't want you.
I have a life to live.
So please, don't make me feel stranded in one place.
I don't wanna suffer anymore.
Listen to me, please.

I hate you endometriosis.
I hate you dysmenorrhea.
Now get out of my life.

It's not a poem but I dedicate it to my disease. Haha. I've been bed-ridden for 2 days because of my endometriosis/oh-so complicated dysmenorrhea. I just finished reading The Alchemist which is a good book by the way. I also started reading Veronika Decides to Die and I am halfway the story. I loved it. It's about a woman who failed in committing suicide and was admitted in a lunatic asylum. Paulo Coelho really writes worth reading books.

So much for that.
I feel better now. Thank God.