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Had some sort of 'PMS' the past few days. It's so fun, feeling emotionally like utter shite for no obvious (except in retrospect) reason.
You know, I kept going. I kept doing stuff, even though I felt like an utter sad failure of a person (and right before the holidays, double-damning of course).
And now the worst of it is lifting, now that good 'ole 'Aunt Flo' has arrived (now I'm just achy and tired).
Still got an emotional residue that I'm trying to keep from blooming into self-hatred for being here at all, subject to this
You know, I kept going. I kept doing stuff, even though I felt like an utter sad failure of a person (and right before the holidays, double-damning of course).
And now the worst of it is lifting, now that good 'ole 'Aunt Flo' has arrived (now I'm just achy and tired).
Still got an emotional residue that I'm trying to keep from blooming into self-hatred for being here at all, subject to this