It's that time of the month again; when you feel like the ugliest version of yourself and life as it seems, sucks so much ass. This dreadful feeling fortunately, only comes by once a month and unfortunately, along with some very disgusting red discharge.I had the weirdest, most disconnected dream that involved Eri Jules and Kimmy, a missed call to Hafiz, the miracle that is me praying, my family, a fridge full of Ferrero Rocher, autographed pictures, a new plasma tv and me waking up in tears, feeling like an ungrateful brat. I don't get it, so I'm guessing it's the hormones that's messing with me.
I walked in on my parents being all lovey dovey and it's a sight that would normally be gag-inducing or would send my eyes rolling to heaven but this time, I'm hoping. I'm hoping so hard.