Monday, January 22, 2007
i don't like my monthly episodes.
i don't like the stomach cramps.
i don't like to look out for stains all week long
[especially now, when my closest friends are boys].
i don't like the crappiness that overwhelms me.
i don't like feeling like i'm the unluckiest person in the world.
i don't like to always 'accidently' snap at people.
i don't like the guilt afterparty.
i don't like my sudden crying in public places
[mainly because i don't like to carry tissues].
i don't like the heightened sensitivity of my six senses.
i don't like not being able to consume ice-cream and cold drinks all week long.
i don't like the pull of my face.
i don't like the fatigue.
i don't like men who do not understand this monthly episode of mine.
but neither do i.
i like the old times.
when i don't have those episodes.
nor boobs.
[as if i have it now]
when i can live without wearing pads and bras and anything.
Monday, January 22, 2007