A day rife with rollercoaster emotions, productive but draining. The monthly blues, 2 weeks prior to that time of the month has made its presence known again. The day went smoothly but I was in a fucking foul mood which I didn't show. I kept it all in.

I'm feeling the discomfort of the monthly symptoms and I'm sick. It is tough shit, to keep it all together. It is fucking tough to be in control when sometimes it is just easier to be wild and let go.

I've been keeping my time occupied and spending my time with various friends for the past two days since I got back from London. Yet, I feel all alone.

Makes sense?

Delirious now... gotta sleep.