it's not easy to be a woman. especially at times when your monthly-visiting friend comes irritating you.

i've been suffering a lot from this condition. heck i was brought by an ambulance (neno neno neno~)after passed out during post-running. i bet my language is like me like now. confused and in painnn. warghhh.

well. every month if my body fails to be 'good' to me, i'll be suffering from stomach cramps to the point that i couldn't really move my body. and the moodswing! imma madwoman ready to go amuk at any tiny trigger provoked. and the lethalness of being tired all day long and all night long, day in and day out. hmph.

and tomorrow would be the killer paper. how am i gonna battle the war if even dragging myself to the washroom is a hard chore for me?

But this i know. He's got me. He's got me. HE HAS GOT ME.

So, no worries. this too shall passed.

#so gonna reward myself biggg time when this season of pain and weariness and stress is over.

Love,

yne.