Looks like the time of the month is on its way.

It's one of those times when you feel your self-esteem going down, you're suddenly much more conscious and embarrassed of how ppl perceive you, you suddenly feel so alone in this world, you start thinking of stuff that are really quite ridiculous and stupid under normal circumstances but just makes sense when you're pms-ing.

And then you start to wonder why you were even happy in the first place, and why you're even trying so hard, and then you start to push the blame onto other ppl, and then you start to hate them, and you hate yourself too.

The following day, you are overwhelmed with a pain so undescribable you'd think death(or maybe, unconciousness) is an easier option.

You think that's tough?
This vicious cycle takes place every month on a certain day.

Which is why i hate being born a girl sometimes.
I don't see guys having pain in their privates unless they were being fking assholes, thus being kicked in the groin.

Being Loved ;
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