TOOT* PMS !!

Seriously what could be more horrid than the 2nd day of the month; The mother of all days! 

It starts with my stupid phone alarm disturbing me at exactly 05:30 which i off course snoozed off a couple of times before finally turning it off with the decision to skip college. Whoever likes waking up, getting ready and travelling all that long way just to take boring Sociology lessons; all that with a terrible backache, a super-duper blocked nose and a bloated belly? No chance for me! So i went back to sleep but sadly to again get awaken by mom and dad's complaints. Right after 30 short minutes. There goes my plan to sleep soundly until 10 or at least until 9am. 

Worst, i went in front of the mirror only to see 2 large, pinkish, swollen, and extremely painful new pimples on my recently-improved facial skin. Wow! As if all that f-ugliness and the early morning yelling was not enough. And wait, how can i not mention the tragedy of my 'already husky voice' turning out to be even more huskier on this very blissful day. Like i literally have to force-push my vocal cords to produce verbal sounds. So much for having cakes and sel-rotis for 2 days in a row. :/

So that's how it started. But that's just the physical results. Along with all that baggage comes the very expected emotional emotions; Without which PMS does not even seem like PMS. Until today, i bet no girl knows exactly as to how or why it happens. The frustration, the irritation, the laziness, the aggression, the hopelessness, the mood swings, the depression and the pitiful way we look at our own lives. And it even actually makes us search for reasons to be extra sad. Something like i did a couple of hours ago. I know he is happy with his (present and soon to be future) woman but off course, i had to re-convince myself by stalking his profile just to see the mushy updates and comments they exchanged for each other. And then instantly retreat back into my crab-shell. Heights of Stupidity!
(But hey, if in any case you are reading this, instead of being makkhai, question yourself why you are still getting updated with my blog-posts.)

Damn! This is so so true. Every woman needs a man who will make her feel beautiful even on such i-am-so-fat-and-ugly days. He, who will take extra care of her on such fragile days. And it is really annoying because i got no such man to spread all those sweetness on me today.

See what i mean by PMSing! First the self-sympathy of being single and later the self-disgust of feeling that desperateness. I'm so sure that i will be cursing myself for publicly-sharing all this beijatti thoughts after this bloody period is over. Arrggh! I think i need a big tub of strawberry ice-cream now! God bless my throat though. :/