crappy time

The worst day to feel crappy about singlehood is when you’re sick. In between my runny nose, the cough and hurting throat I still have to drag my sorry arse around and entertain everyone’s fancies and whims. I also had to ask my brother to bring me to the clinic, got overcharged and come back to an impatient sibling who wanted to use the car.

But the biggest blow was the sharp pain I feel when I saw a couple at the clinic and the guy sayang-sayang his sick chick. No divorce statistics or horrifying infidelity story would turn me off just to have someone who’ll help me peel the sticking pieces of tissue off my face after blowing my nose for the kazillion-th time.

My hormones are messing with my head. Big time.