It's probably the PMS. Those passing anguish, short tempers, very weird temperaments, impatience, and a very 'dirtier-than-usual' foul mouth... Can't recall how many times I've said 'Sai' the past few days... until I really had diarrhea.
Lucky for me, I have friends that can tahan my whines, bitching, and hot-cold temperament. I never intended to spread my distress around, but coupled with PMS, emotions sometimes just spills over the top. So paiseh ar.
Gracias, nevertheless, to those who stood around by me, physically or not, knowingly or not.
Sad-eyed Eeyore behind shielded glasses, moved by the puppeteer.Through Eeyore and his looking glass, I'm touched.
Thank -You-.
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