Let me break it for you.
You start getting cramps. Not like the kinda bad normal cramps, it’s, “HOLY FUCK SHOOT ME I WANT TO CURL UP IN A BALL AND DIE I HATE MY LIFE” cramps.
You also get back pains. It’s not the worse, but it’s just extremely uncomfortable and not fun to sleep with.
Blood also pours out of your vagina. And I’m not exaggerating when I say pour. Stand up, Niagara Falls coming out a hole in your body. Cough, Niagara Falls. Sneeze, Niagara Falls. Breathe, Niagara Falls.
You also have to deal with the paranoia everyone will see because it soaked through your pants. To avoid this from happening, you either have to wear a diaper-type thing or shove something up your vagina and leave it there for hours. It doesn’t feel good either. You still get the paranoia that comes along with it as well.
On top of it all, you’re somehow angry, horny, depressed, hungry, and in extreme pain all at the same time. And when you’re on your period, It’s the anger that you want to stab someone. Horny horny. You want either die or eat everything in sight.
Annnnd we have to do this for a week straight.
That a good enough explanation?