the period project

rant thirty-seven: love to hate

anonymous

And the rant begins; I love my male friends to death. I do, I really do. But they just get on my fucking nerves when it's that certain time of the month. I am in a world of pain because of the monthly fucking cramps I get and emotional stress I am put through. Don't fucking come over, if I'm simply not talking to you, and question if I am in fact on my period. You know damn right I am, go buy me some pads, ice cream or something if you want my approval to talk. Besides that, don't fucking come near me. You hear!