PMS

I hate this feeling. I hate feeling pissed. I hate being pissed. I really do. Therefore, in conclusion, I hate Premenstrual Syndrome (PMS).

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I’ve always hated it whenever my friends back in high school gave me that bull excuse of ‘it’s that time of the month’ whenever they're in their sour mood. I really hated it. Don’t tell me you’re annoyed simply because you can’t help your biological predisposition. I used to not believe in it. You do can choose how you feel, you know. Even if someone provokes you, you can always take a deep breath and count to ten. Even if the most disastrous event were to happen in your life, you can always say, “Hey, I am devastated but at the end of the day I’m capable of deciding my own fate.” Well, that was how I used to see things until one day I realized that I myself can’t run from this PMS cycle… I’m no exception :( When it’s that time of month I too can get pissed without any solid reason.

Right now I am pissed but for reasons unknown even between me and the pages of my unpublished drafts… But as I wrote previously, please, just give me some time. I can safely assure you two days from now, InsyAllah, I’ll be all cheery again. Besides, Chesza is the happy-go-lucky one, no? *sigh...*

Whatever it is, I’m glad for this loyal guitar on my lap now, the only ‘friend’ that won’t get mad at me when I’m in no other mood than to sleep. Thank you dear guitar, thank you its dear owner.

-C-

p/s: Dear God, please take this feeling away as I have two more tests to go! Huhu…