P.M.S.

I don’t know where I should start, but today is not a good day. I don’t smile, laugh, or have positive thoughts. All I know is everything is bad-nothing is funny.  My friends who don’t know me will end up not to talk to me. They made jokes, but I didn’t give a damn. I kept silent and looked at them right in their eyes. As if I was saying, “stop this stupid things, I don’t wanna hear crap”. Yeah, they all went away; don’t want to talk to me, nor get any closer to me. That’s fine, I need to be alone now.

You must wonder, why do I become like this? so ignorant, thoughtless, and arrogant. I’ve been wondering, too. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I have an assumption, though. So, I looked at my cellphone, and checked the calendar. It’s weird, my period hasn’t come yet. I thought it’d be about five days later, I got mine. It’s so strange. Suddenly, I remembered which I read when I was in high school. The particular story was P.M.S. You know what that abbreviation means,  it’s pre menstruation syndrome.

It’s very close to my period and my emotions have been up and down, like a roller coaster. Once I’m so happy and alive, another minute I become gloomy and angry. This is the P.M.S. I hate it. I feel so sorry to my friends, and the people who stay in the same house with me. They don’t know anything, but still they get this. I’ve been a very bad girl. I want to be able to control my emotions whether it’s my period or not.