PMS ftl D:
~.: I hate feeling irritated for no reason. I hate having the urge to cry when there is absolutely nothing to cry about. I hate knowing that not even the thing that should make me feel totally happy (going to see Skillet in like, two hours) really isn't that appealing, and I'd rather stay home and read. I hate that. I hate PMS, I hate raging hormones, I hate fluctuating moods, I hate that Mikey is three seasons ahead of me in Lost and continues to watch it without headphones when I'm nearby and that Shawn doesn't want me to drive the car to Darien on my own, despite the fact that I will fill up the tank with my money and I'm a good driver. And I hate that friggin' Diane at work failed to go into detail about the process of closing charts until after I'd done about 20 of them. I discovered that the process for closing one chart is about 45 minutes longer than what I'd initially been doing, and now I need to do them all over again. I hate everything. Emo emo emo, whine whine whine. STFU.