It’s that woeful time of month when I’m most obviously a girl. This time around, is also when all things come crashing down like they all fell from really high places. I mean really high.
I find anything irritable. I find everything irritable. It’s as if the world turned a different color and I hate them all. It’s a pink world. I hate pink in all of it’s girlishly annoying dainty shades. I don’t like yellow all that much either. So yeah, if I keep going, I can tell you how much I hate everything.
If I can just rise above it like a reasonable grown woman things won’t be so bad. But no. I am not grown up enough. And no, I’m really not much of a woman save for the fact that I’m bleeding like I should at the moment.
Can I just go on living my life minus the hormonal outbursts? As if it wasn’t exciting enough they shove this devil period into my life every 35 days or so.
