dear period, i hate you

It is 9:56 pm.

Dear period,

I f'n hate you.

You haven't even started yet and yet you have made me completely miserable.

I am exhausted for no reason.

I am way more emotional more than I need to be....whatever that means.

I feel the need to eat everything.

And once you show up it will be like you are taunting me that I am continuing to go through life without my baby. Not that you took him away, but your an asshole so I am just going to take it out on you.

And on top of all of this, we have stayed at this New place for 21 days, so tomorrow we have to move on. If nothing sucks worst than pms it is the constant pain of instability.

Tuesday I am hoping we can find a cheap apartment that is not in the ghetto, but everywhere we have searched has been neither cheap nor out of the ghetto.

Sigh...

We will get through this somehow...

Oh Elijah, I am sorry to write such a horrible blog to your memory, but I am having such a bad day.

And now Gabriel is talking about how he thinks you are just at the doctor and that you are okay, but we need to go get you and bring you back home...

He misses you so much and doesn't understand.

I don't understand either.

I don't understand so many things.