WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME, THE PMS IS SO BAD
YESTERDAY WAS THE SECOND DAY OF MY PERIOD AND I HATED EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE. I HATED THE WAY MY FRIENDS WERE TALKING. I HATED THE WAY THE FUCKBOYS WALKED DOWN THE HALLS. I HATED THE WAY THAT RANDOM INNOCENT KID WAS SNIFFING HIS NOSE NEXT TO ME IN ENGLISH.
ONLY AFTER I SAT DOWN IN MY ROOM, ISOLATED FROM THE HUMAN SPECIES, I STARTED LOVING EVERYONE AGAIN. [ CLINGY, DISGUSTING, GLITTERY LOVE THAT GUSHED OUT OF MY HEART ]
MY VAGINA HOLE HURTS AND SO DOES MY BLACK, EMPTY HEART
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Bottled up | thoughts
RandomIn which I complain about everything and try(fail) really hard to be inspirational
