Despertar

head meet wall

For about the last six hours, I've spent every minute wanting to cry for no good reason. It's probably mostly because my period is coming, which is a problem because, in addition to all the obvious reasons, it's going to interfere massively with this week and weekend (Justin's birthday is today, and his party is Saturday, and because I don't know exactly when it'll start, it could preclude sex on either or both of those occasions--because it almost definitely won't wait till Sunday, though that would be ideal). There's nothing good on TV because it's Wednesday. All my friends are happier and better than me, and my room is an unholy mess. All of which is the hormones talking, but still true.