23.38

No matter how familiar, human could never get used to pain.

I have a special situation with my physical health, which prevents me from eating good food. I obeyed perfectly, like an obedient daughter. Except today.

The hit came since afternoon, and I managed to bear. 

I went to sleep after nine, and seems like hours when I woke up with a terrible pain in my head and the urge to throw up. I knew it alread, the pattern has always been the same. Unless, it was only 23.38 when usually it happened around 3 AM.

I kneeled on the bathroom floor, couldn’t handle the punch of throwing up. I unpack everything including tears.

I took the pill an hour later, pour myself with warm water and honey using shaky hands. I throw up the next minute, unpacking the pill and the honey.

I wrote this note because usually, the pill is the one that helped me. But it’s not, because now it’s been out, flown with the water. So if I might as well be dead by morning, at least I have left something. Leaving legacy is what this life is all about, right?