For the first time in a long while, I cannot quite describe what I am feeling inside. I just know that I feel absolutely fucked up, and I mean
A-B-S-O-L-U-T-E-L-Y.

I am still not feeling very well and yet, I could not sleep til 6.30am this morning and I woke up at 2.5 hours later because my dogs refuse to stop barking. It is taking every goddamn ounce of self-control to curb my violent tendencies.

It is that time of the month get women irrational, crazy for no apparent reason and mood-swingy. But honestly, this is bad, very bad. I think I will stop here before I scare everyone. I want to be left alone now, I need my recluse, please.

Give me a fucking punching bag and I will be happy.