Mar 13 : Continuation of The Day

Dear Diary,

The pain is killing me. The nerves around my ankle go "bump bump bump" like the sound of my heartbeat. The entire area feels as if it's burnt by fire. A little movement will escalate the pain by two or three bars. If pain level has bars, this will probably be on the 7th and rise to 9th or 10th when I move around. Can you imagine that pain?!

Sorry, that was an exaggeration.

I heard nothing beats the pain of giving birth, so my pain shouldn't be that painful, according to the women anyway. But I also heard that nothing beats the pain of having your "balls" and "stick" being crushed.

I wonder which one is more painful, childbirth or crushed balls.

Unfortunately, or in my case, fortunately, I'm not capable of giving birth. Even if I have balls, I don't think I want to experiment that. My ankle is painful enough, I don't think I can handle any higher pain level.

One of our neighbors, let's call him Uncle A, visited me a few hours ago. He brought a basket of fruits! And some food for us. Uncle A is a young man with a six-pack body figure. He is all about muscle, you can see his whole shiny body underneath that thin clothes that he wears.

He is hair-free, his whole body is, I tell you. No, I'm not kidding, you can see how shiny he is.

And oily.

His daughter also came. An innocent little girl, with long braided brown hair and a pair of big mirror eyes. She is looking at my house with wonder, like looking at something strange and confusing. I can't blame her for being confused by how lacking our house is. Cue for silent tears.

Meh, as if I care.

Though, the girl is cute. Not as cute as my sister, of course! I think she is a little bit younger than me. Her chubby face makes her look like a hamster.

Her father might not be happy if he heard it.

But it's the truth! I don't lie.