Burying her...
I can't stand emotional rollercoasters. I can't stand looking into the mirror and wondering why I want to crawl out of my skin. I can't stand bursting into tears and being unable to control it. I can't stand being upset for no damn good reason...
As soon as I figure out my work schedule, I'm scheduling an appointment with the gynecologist and I'm going to see if we can figure out why my "PMS" is so bad. My period is a freaking unpredictable mess, anyway... but these tears? These are the worst.
For the most part? I can handle life... then for about 2 weeks, I feel like a sensitive basketcase. It's not me and it disgusts me.
I'm the girl that has to have a good reason to cry. I'm the girl that's logical - you know, one of the guys. I'm not supposed to be the silly little emo girl that guys make jokes about. I'm supposed to be in control and no matter what I do, I feel out of it. In the past, if I relapsed... this is when it happened. Why? Because everything aggravates here...
I hate this side of me and all I want to do is bury her.
As soon as I figure out my work schedule, I'm scheduling an appointment with the gynecologist and I'm going to see if we can figure out why my "PMS" is so bad. My period is a freaking unpredictable mess, anyway... but these tears? These are the worst.
For the most part? I can handle life... then for about 2 weeks, I feel like a sensitive basketcase. It's not me and it disgusts me.
I'm the girl that has to have a good reason to cry. I'm the girl that's logical - you know, one of the guys. I'm not supposed to be the silly little emo girl that guys make jokes about. I'm supposed to be in control and no matter what I do, I feel out of it. In the past, if I relapsed... this is when it happened. Why? Because everything aggravates here...
I hate this side of me and all I want to do is bury her.