| FUCK MY MONHTLY! |
[21 Jul 2004|02:21pm] |
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I feel like I am going to O.D. on fucking Midol. I hate being a woman... I hate it. All I want to do is wrap myself up in a ball on the sofa and cry but I know even that won't make me feel better. I had to cancel the beach with Bryce today bc I was in so much pain. I might be canceling dinner tonight too. I really just wish the pain would go away for atleast a few minutes.
I found myself almost cussing out an old man when I was in line to get my Midol. Like in my head I was thinking "you fucking bastard get out of my way before I kill you". Mom says I look miserable and pale and like... I noticed even after I left Bryce a message I sounded like complete death.
Then I spilled my Trix in my purse and thought I was going to cry because my emotions are all mixed up and all I need now is to start breakng out in pimples. Did I mention I fucking hate this?
I hope you all die a painful death.
Sam.
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