Nature has a strange sense of humor called PMS.
One day everything is fine, the sun is shining, you're smiling and you're feeling good... The next day you lovingly rip people's heads off and have a absolute craving for CHOCOLATE. Everything is a BIG issue, no smooth sailing, you can't stand any comments on what so ever, you're emotional and all the while you're thinking: "What the hell is going on? Who is this person using my skin as a fancy coat?"
"This isn't me...stop it."
It even gets worse when people (read: men) are asking you if it is that time of the month. Of course they're right....But PLEAAASE don't say it out loud... You are in the danger zone...it's defcom 1 out there. If you don't want to see a mushroom cloud and want to see another day, please don't mention it.
Mine has just passed my door and my environment can start breathing again. Actually so can I. It's not really a picnic to have those hormones racing in your bloodstream. Screaming about everything, getting angry, getting sad and want to cry, feeling lonely, feeling unappreciated, being insecure while otherwise boosting with confidence and so on and so on. I will be the first in line when they'll find a cure for this monthly illness. Like those torment balletshoes, this must be an invention of a man.
(Sorry guys, guess my time isn't over yet)
One day everything is fine, the sun is shining, you're smiling and you're feeling good... The next day you lovingly rip people's heads off and have a absolute craving for CHOCOLATE. Everything is a BIG issue, no smooth sailing, you can't stand any comments on what so ever, you're emotional and all the while you're thinking: "What the hell is going on? Who is this person using my skin as a fancy coat?"
"This isn't me...stop it."
It even gets worse when people (read: men) are asking you if it is that time of the month. Of course they're right....But PLEAAASE don't say it out loud... You are in the danger zone...it's defcom 1 out there. If you don't want to see a mushroom cloud and want to see another day, please don't mention it.
Mine has just passed my door and my environment can start breathing again. Actually so can I. It's not really a picnic to have those hormones racing in your bloodstream. Screaming about everything, getting angry, getting sad and want to cry, feeling lonely, feeling unappreciated, being insecure while otherwise boosting with confidence and so on and so on. I will be the first in line when they'll find a cure for this monthly illness. Like those torment balletshoes, this must be an invention of a man.
(Sorry guys, guess my time isn't over yet)
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