el tiempo de el mes
the first thoughts that come into my mind are always the wrong ones. because, you know, i know the difference between wrong and right. there is an equation, after all. now that i know it, my life is perfect.
and then i record all of my dreams in a fucked up journal that has nothing to offer but sentimentality and incomprehensible scribbles.
being a woman is magical... and a total pain in the uterus. i am prepared for childbirth. my cramps are worse than the fucking guillotine... only with my cramps, you don't die. you just wish you were dead. rolling around... never finding a comfortable position.... overactive bowels... and backpains that would make the dalai lama slap someone. this is paralysis.
i have been laying in bed for more than 24 hours.
but i love my cunt. it becomes me.
i can be a bitch and a crank... and also a big ol human.
i've invested in a menstrual cup and it's the best thing ever. no more money spent on flower scented tampons!!!
milliliters. i am 7.5 every four hours.
women are so fucking hardcore. don't ever underestimate a bleeding vagina.
and then i record all of my dreams in a fucked up journal that has nothing to offer but sentimentality and incomprehensible scribbles.
being a woman is magical... and a total pain in the uterus. i am prepared for childbirth. my cramps are worse than the fucking guillotine... only with my cramps, you don't die. you just wish you were dead. rolling around... never finding a comfortable position.... overactive bowels... and backpains that would make the dalai lama slap someone. this is paralysis.
i have been laying in bed for more than 24 hours.
but i love my cunt. it becomes me.
i can be a bitch and a crank... and also a big ol human.
i've invested in a menstrual cup and it's the best thing ever. no more money spent on flower scented tampons!!!
milliliters. i am 7.5 every four hours.
women are so fucking hardcore. don't ever underestimate a bleeding vagina.