Two days ago, on the first of October, I ventured out of my cave and went to the beach with Ben. The train ride to Brighton was a rough one; I was groaning in agony whilst clutching my stomach and praying for mercy the entire way there. (This is the beauty of suffering endometriosis*. Also, as I recently discovered, thanks to my having this condition, there is a 30-40% chance that I will become or am already infertile. Learning this broke my heart.)
Anyway, once we got there I felt much better - Ben was still a little worried about fellow train passengers thinking I was in labor - so we went and sat down in the sand.
The sunset was amazingly beautiful and I just had to admire nature's ability to form the most miraculous sights for me each day.
Anyway, once we got there I felt much better - Ben was still a little worried about fellow train passengers thinking I was in labor - so we went and sat down in the sand.
The sunset was amazingly beautiful and I just had to admire nature's ability to form the most miraculous sights for me each day.
Farewell.
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