I hate this time of month where everything seems so wrong.
I hate this time of month where I feel like yelling.
I hate this time of month where I have the urge to punch someone.
I hate this time of month where one person mess with me, I’d go bitch-zilla to him.
I hate this time of month where I’m supposed to be happy but I’m not.
I hate this time of month where everything doesn’t matter to me.
I hate this time of month where I just hate seeing someone but I have to.
I hate this time of month where I have to play nice.
I hate this time of month where I don’t do any sports.
I just hate this time of month.
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