Usually I have a week where I go through various stages of PMS, you know, the irrational anger, the hunger, the crying then the hunger again. Today I’ve decided to get it all over with in 24hours, highlight of the day was definitely crying in a toilet at work for 20 minutes.
God I love an existential crisis
Anywho I think there’s a small misogynist trying to carve his way out of my womb with a rusty spoon so I’m gonna go to bed. Hopefully I can sleep this nightmare of a day away.