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I hate PMS. I hate cramps.
I hate them even worse when they're so bad I have to lay in bed feeling like I'm going to die instead of go to two of my classes.
And I still have that paper due only I'm just now starting to feel like a human being. And I've got that ice-cream thing I have to show up to, too, only the idea of anything in my stomach at this point makes me want to puke.
I'm not even going to be able to keep the scholarship, I'll be lucky this semester if my grades are at a 3.3, much less the 3.7 they have to be to keep the Woodruff. I don't know why I bothered to even sign up to go to the thing when it'd only make me feel worse afterwards 'cause I know everyone else is going to be able to keep theirs and it's not even that I'm not smart enough so much as I don't try, I never have put forth actual effort into much of anything I do... etc., etc., all the emo excuses in the book. Yeah.
Going to get ready to go to it now. Here's hoping the cramps don't come back on the way.
I hate them even worse when they're so bad I have to lay in bed feeling like I'm going to die instead of go to two of my classes.
And I still have that paper due only I'm just now starting to feel like a human being. And I've got that ice-cream thing I have to show up to, too, only the idea of anything in my stomach at this point makes me want to puke.
I'm not even going to be able to keep the scholarship, I'll be lucky this semester if my grades are at a 3.3, much less the 3.7 they have to be to keep the Woodruff. I don't know why I bothered to even sign up to go to the thing when it'd only make me feel worse afterwards 'cause I know everyone else is going to be able to keep theirs and it's not even that I'm not smart enough so much as I don't try, I never have put forth actual effort into much of anything I do... etc., etc., all the emo excuses in the book. Yeah.
Going to get ready to go to it now. Here's hoping the cramps don't come back on the way.