PMS is a Mean Bitch and a Sensitive Little Snowflake

 

I didn’t write a damn thing yesterday. I thought about it a couple of times, even went to write a couple of times and still, nothing happened. I’m not too bad about it. I was exhausted after yesterday. I had three hours on the desk, a good chunk of time standing up for the staff in a meeting against a manager who likes to railroad other people and had an hour-long teen program. Then after work, I went to the Harry Potter Book Club that Hayley does. I love going, it’s loads of fun, but I was worn out before I got there. Then I played Pokemon Go for a bit. Arguably, if I hadn’t been playing that game I would’ve gotten home earlier, but I’m not sure I would’ve been any more of a mood to write. Especially because I was feeling overly tired and sensitive anyway. Last night was rough because I didn’t sleep properly. I wasn’t having nightmares, per se, rather I’d call them “stress dreams.” It’s the kind of dream where things feel like real life issues and they’re all piling on top of you. It’s so frustrating. I can never properly explain how they make feel or why they make me feel that way. Then I woke off and just felt wrong. Everything felt off. I went to pee and realized I’d started my period which actually explains a lot. I should’ve realized it was that time, but I’d totally forgotten I was due again. Ugh. It’s been rough today too. I almost cried on a number of occasions for no reason. The worst. I hate crying in general, but I hate it even worse when it's in front of other people and I find it infuriating with it's for a reason outside of the death of a loved one.