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Jul. 14th, 2005 01:30 amI hate this time of month.
I can handle the massive migraine that heralds the onrush of blood. I've got enough ibuprofen to cope with any cramps that feel like squeezing my abdomen to the point where the thought of eating is horrid.
But I cannot get a grip on the way it shatters my self-worth, shoots my temper straight to hell, and then leaves me feeling that work is absolute torture and that I should just quit. I need this job. It's a sucky little minimum wage shite job, but I get a paycheck every two weeks.
So I sit here in the small hours of the night and try to get a grip on myself. It doesn't matter how vile I feel in my head- I've got to keep doing this. I'm not going to cry, I'm not going to curl up in my bed and never leave, and I'm not going to get up. I suffered through this in school, I can suffer through it again now.
I hate my hormones.
I can handle the massive migraine that heralds the onrush of blood. I've got enough ibuprofen to cope with any cramps that feel like squeezing my abdomen to the point where the thought of eating is horrid.
But I cannot get a grip on the way it shatters my self-worth, shoots my temper straight to hell, and then leaves me feeling that work is absolute torture and that I should just quit. I need this job. It's a sucky little minimum wage shite job, but I get a paycheck every two weeks.
So I sit here in the small hours of the night and try to get a grip on myself. It doesn't matter how vile I feel in my head- I've got to keep doing this. I'm not going to cry, I'm not going to curl up in my bed and never leave, and I'm not going to get up. I suffered through this in school, I can suffer through it again now.
I hate my hormones.
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