It'd be SO NICE if PMS didn't make me hate the fuck out of almost everything, seriously.

It's like my shadow's risen up to GNAW MY FACE.

I can acknowledge this, I just really fucking hate feeling this way because whenever I do I keep thinking my dad was right and therefore it's just A-O-FUCKING-KAY for people to treat me however fucking poorly they want BECAUSE I ASKED FOR IT BY BEING ME.

All I can do is ride it out because flailing at it makes it worse. All I can do is go, okay, right, I'm pissed.

And hope no one decides now is a really special good time to fuck with me for kicks because then I'm going to start making Dracula look sociable.



...Goddamn, I need chocolate.