It's the period, period.

there is just something about periods that drives me crazy.

it can be the amount of food that you constantly crave for, and the variety. cereal, mentoes, peas, coffee, 3 bowls of rice with lots of gravy, lots of eggs, you know, the list just goes on. if you have it in your kitchen, you've got to have it. if you don't, it's available right at Fairprice, which is just downstairs.

or maybe, it can be the mood swings it brings you. that sickening, slap-worthy attitude with words that hurt but make no sense at all. you definitely know it's not your boyfriend's fault for wanting to clean his room and not reply to your text the very next minute, but whatever, it's still his fault. he's cutely clueless enough not to know that 'it's his fault' anyway.

and then, there's that..that nauseating, disgustingly bad-smelling menstrual blood oozing out of that single crevice. every single time i visit the toilet i fabricate mental images in my head of scraping the burgundy coloured goo off my uterus walls. honestly after all that delicious sounding description, i still want to have dinner now.


true story.