grarh

Damn pms. I am so tired. Everything irritates me. My left toe hurts. My left eyebrow itches. I can feel my ovaries threatening to cramp. Damn pms. Damn you. I feel so hungry. Fooood foooood. My temper is short. I feel disoriented.

Thank you, lord. For internet. Thank you for Louisa. Thank you for well-engineered bras. Thank you for interesting towel patterns.

The hell. Why am I typing this.

Anyway, to everyone I talked to today, sorry if i sliced a chink off your heart. I hope you won't judge me on one day. Because, ironically, today I happen to talk to more people than I usually do. Which is usually 4. Today I talked to 8. Wow.

Ohkay. Now that my sweat has dried, I can finally sleep and escape from these earthly bonds.

Again, sorry for being a bitch today. I'll make it up to you. Especially to you, Louisa.