I hate you, nature

I was going to say that if you're a boy you won't want to read this, but fuck it, I think you should know.

Periods are horrible.

They make me feel the following:

1. Teary
2. Tired
3. Filled with inexplicable wrath towards inanimate objects that jump out in front of me and bite me right on the shins
4. Snappish
5. Fat like a.. like a whale with a thyroid problem
6. Confused and dizzy and unable to come up with similes that make sense
7. Despairing about seemingly insignificant things like making a list and it not coming to ten
8. Pain-y in the stomachular area
9. Pain-y in the kneecular area
10. Upset about things like not quite knowing what I want for lunch and having made up some words

Also I keep forgetting to do things that people ask me to do and then people ask me whether I've done them and I feel a bit scared that I haven't done them yet (the thing, not the person asking) and it all just gets a little bit much to cope with.


Being a girl is great mostly. I like it. But this? SUCKS. And it's EVERY FUCKING MONTH.

I am cross. Get in my way and I will beat you the hell up and then probably ask for a hug and frisk you for chocolate, sandwiches and the like.


UPDATE: I had pizza for lunch with my friend. Pizza! On a TUESDAY! Imagine. If my mother were not alive, well and at Whipsnade Zoo she would be turning in her grave. It was nice pizza, it had Italian meats (peperoni, salami, and parma ham) parmasan cheese, and then I may or may not have added an anchovy or two.
I can say with 100% certainty that I am not pregnant, but I may cannot use that same percentage with regards my sanity.
This has helped all points apart from number five, which is now the reigning point.