Once a month, I turn into this 2-eyed bitchy-as-hell monster who tries to bite everyone's head off for turning the tv volume too loud, or for waking me up too early,
It's the time of month when I wish I was born a man.
Do not mess with me for the next 3 days.
I am fury herself.
So keep your mouth shut and your nasty opinions to yourself.
What I need are hugs. Lots of it.