When you ate barbecue the day before and had diarrhea

The next day, you still got your period
And you've had the flu for a week without getting better
Feeling hopeless about life
Next life, I must be a male
Forget about whether I can be a human or not
As long as I’m male, that’s enough
But then I think, next life I want to be a male seahorse
Wouldn’t I also have to give birth?
If I become a male mantis, I still have to be eaten by the female mantis
Forget it, I won’t come to Earth in the next life.