For my God and my future family, I will endure the pain.

Again, it's the time of the month in a girl's life

where you become more irritated and snobbish to everyone.

But for me, it's more than that.

Add the agonizing pain I have to endure for the first two days.

It's either I drugged myself with a lot of pain reliever

or just let myself sleep and endure the pain.

My doctor said there's cure: sex or pills.

Either way, I can't. And I won't.

Sex. I'll go to that when I get married.

But with pills, I can't. And I won't.

Not anymore.

I tried drinking 33 pills before but side effects were worse. 

And I don't want to risk my future pregnancies.

So until I get married, I have to endure the pain. 

I have to drink a lot more pain relievers and lie down and sleep on it.

I love my life. For this is a gift to me. And what I do with it is my gift to the ONE who gave it to me.

And I choose to endure the pain rather than do crazy things to hurt my God and my future family.

*but how many times more?*