The time of the month.

Girls and the time of the month. State the obvious eyy? Oh well, it's not THAT time of the month, buuuut ahh pretty much.

There is always one time in every month where I'd turn into such a depressing monster who's just gonna eat up on everything bright and turn 'em into negative thoughts. I'd be crying myself to bed at almost every night and every little thing would seems big, huge!

Ahh draggy. Pen off. Nights.