I mostly feel like this

except my beverage would be a cuppa tea

or a hard drink depending on the mood swing.

I don’t like to think that I have fallen into the group of gals that has PMS, but as time has marched on it appears that I do have a hormonal swing or two

*ugh*

I find it so dismmissive that you can blame actions on hormones; I still refuse to accept that So the other morning, I said I was sorry to The Barren. It feels horrible, I don’t want to be the crazed lady I feel like. I try and keep things in check and run it through the seive in my brain before letting it out of my mouth and into the ether, never to be recovered.
I think I need to write some more love letters… I feel pretty blue and lonely and I need to remind myself of who I love and why