can you back the fuck off already? your peeps show up in droves during my period to do what exactly... turn me into an emotional babbling idiot to ruin my life? what the hell is your problem?i can deal with the blood, i can deal with the lack of sex, i can even deal with the stupendifying homicide-inducing cramps my period brings me, but the one thing i cannot stand is the mindfuck you throw at my brain.
it's at times like these when i get all paranoid like DO PEOPLE LIKE ME? and i'm just not quite sure anymore, like it should even matter. you know how obsessive i get. i begin this neverending quality performance evaluation bullshit where i review my pros (smart, cute, adaptable, long eyelashes) and cons (hairy, absent-minded, ugly nose, weird) and then i wonder why people don't like me, not that i have any particular people in mind, just, why don't people like me more or something retarded like that.
it shouldn't matter. my more sensible side knows this. in fact, when i'm having my super grooving days i don't give a fuck what people think. i'll do whatever i want and if people don't like it, that's their problem.
my point is, the possibility of emotional instability--which in my case, is simply derived from my gender--makes me sometimes wish i were a man. i imagine life would be easier, though i know that's not true. and whatever you do, please don't get me started on my i'm a man trapped inside a woman's body rant. just another chance to be obnoxious.
