The pains that reside in mortality.

I swear, whoever designed the human body had a dark sense of humor.

Right now, I’m dealing with a migraine so vicious it feels like someone is carving runes into the inside of my skull with a rusted spoon.

And for what?

Because I dared to exist today?

Because I didn’t drink enough water?

Because the universe woke up bored and spun a wheel titled “Who suffers next?”

Figures it landed on me.

The worst part isn’t even the pain, it’s the sheer pettiness of it.

Humans can build skyscrapers, explore space, and create virtual worlds, but one tiny misfired nerve in the brain and suddenly you’re reduced to a squinting gremlin who can’t stand light, sound, or the existence of other people.

Then there’s the rest of the aches that come with being alive.

Back hurting for no reason.

Bones cracking like cheap glow sticks.

Random stabbing pain in your side that lasts three seconds and disappears like it never happened.

Love that. Super normal. Totally fine.

Sometimes I think the only reason we survive as a species is pure spite.

Right now, I’m lying in the dark, debating whether I should try to sleep or just stare at the ceiling and bargain with any higher power that’s willing to negotiate.

No answer yet, I'm not surprised.

Anyway, if I go quiet for a bit, don’t worry.

I’m not dead.

Just suffering in high definition.