Hormones
I think my bad hormone is here again. I think they have successfully conquered and taken over me entirely again this month. In fact, they have never failed to do so. Yup, it should be around now. What can I say, but giving in to them. I feel weak and numb. I can’t fight back. I just can’t. I wanted to but my mind won’t let me. I just let the bad hormones control me for as far as they want to and Twain is always the first one to feel them coming.
When my bad hormone is around, everything is a bad thing, everything. Days are grey. Everything gets on to my nerve. I hate to think, don’t throw me any questions. Don’t ask me to do anything during this time too because I refuse to move. All men are my enemies. I specially hate Twain’s guts. He annoys me 16 hours of the day, the hours that I don’t get irritated by him is when we are asleep. “Don’t say a word. Don’t open your mouth! Leave me ALONE!!” These are my favorite lines.
Twain told me once when I’m with my good hormones, I am such a nice sweet person he wanted to be with forever but not when my bad hormones are around. He is afraid that he can’t take it for long. I was mad and feeling guilty at the same time hearing that. But it’s only a few days I thought and I’m back to my normal self…Is it so horrible? What do you want me to do? I’m a victim too you know? I was being attacked without even realizing it.
Some days, it is all hatred, some days, it is totally emotional. I wanted to cry about anything, if can everything. Everything makes me feel so down. Everything is so hopeless and all I want to do is blast into tears and cry out loud. Some day, I just want to be a bitch. I sit around and bitch and moan about everything.
Gosh…I hate this!! Even chocolate can’t help me now. Evening Primrose obviously didn’t help either.
Waarr…...Where are all my good hormones during this time? Why do they leave me just like that? If I keep letting the bad hormone taking over me, I think Twain will be leaving me next.
Honey, just want you to know that I didn’t mean it to take it out on you and please don’t love me less because of this. I’m only a little monster about 60 days out of 365 days.
When my bad hormone is around, everything is a bad thing, everything. Days are grey. Everything gets on to my nerve. I hate to think, don’t throw me any questions. Don’t ask me to do anything during this time too because I refuse to move. All men are my enemies. I specially hate Twain’s guts. He annoys me 16 hours of the day, the hours that I don’t get irritated by him is when we are asleep. “Don’t say a word. Don’t open your mouth! Leave me ALONE!!” These are my favorite lines.
Twain told me once when I’m with my good hormones, I am such a nice sweet person he wanted to be with forever but not when my bad hormones are around. He is afraid that he can’t take it for long. I was mad and feeling guilty at the same time hearing that. But it’s only a few days I thought and I’m back to my normal self…Is it so horrible? What do you want me to do? I’m a victim too you know? I was being attacked without even realizing it.
Some days, it is all hatred, some days, it is totally emotional. I wanted to cry about anything, if can everything. Everything makes me feel so down. Everything is so hopeless and all I want to do is blast into tears and cry out loud. Some day, I just want to be a bitch. I sit around and bitch and moan about everything.
Gosh…I hate this!! Even chocolate can’t help me now. Evening Primrose obviously didn’t help either.
Waarr…...Where are all my good hormones during this time? Why do they leave me just like that? If I keep letting the bad hormone taking over me, I think Twain will be leaving me next.
Honey, just want you to know that I didn’t mean it to take it out on you and please don’t love me less because of this. I’m only a little monster about 60 days out of 365 days.
Labels: Lovely Twain, Something about me
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