one minute I am soaring along on my tide of happy wishes and
rays of light and the next its like
a tidal wave these hormones…
controlling me and bringing me to my knees with
sharp pain and
inexplicable anger.
Don’t fucking talk to me when I feel like this because
I lose my ability to contain the truth.
Don’t you dare say anything that can even be slightly construed
as patronizing
or condescending because
I will jump down your throat before you even draw breath.
I sit and I stew and then get tangled up in
stupid girl-emotions and why
am I crying now, and why
was I so pissy then, and when
will this shit just
freaking
END.
For now the only cure
would be
Dove dark chocolate
and some really
hot
sex.
Oh well. Neither seem to be materializing
and I’m too pissed off anyway.
Maybe I’ll feel better tomorrow.
May 27
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