t a m p o n h e l l

s y n o p s i s

a little forewarning: in no way am I trying to scare away young girls from using tampons. I wrote this out of my own fear, so therefore most of the dialogue and thought process of this women is irrational and far from the truth. Although some of it could possibly happen, don't be alarmed (:

much love xx

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I don't see why anyone would wish to shove some dry ass cotton stick up their vagina in hopes to suck up blood.

One, it's downright terrifying.

Two, couldn't you, like, get that little bugger stuck up there?

And three, I don't want to risk puncturing the wall of my vagina or getting Toxic Shock Syndrome, thank you very much.

I cherish and love my garden of pleasure. And I'd rather leave it untouched.

But there's one slight issue: I've run out of extra pads, and a kind lady offered me the missing half of Satan's pitchfork out of pity.

I couldn't decline her offering, especially after discovering the outrageous bloody stain on the bottom of my favorite sundress.

It's not like achy cramps and muscles, stomach spasms, with a side of moodiness is enough.

Of course, the one and only Niagara Falls, better known as old Aunt Flo, has to stop by for 7. Whole. Days.

Oh, the wonderful hell of being a woman.

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(:

Raise your hand if you hate tampons because same.

Raise both your hands if you hate being a girl because double same.

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