There are times in a girl's life where everything seems to be in perpetual darkness, where every single thing that happens seems to work against you, where your mind works in a self-destructive cycle, willing every hope and joy to break down, fizzle and die off like a mouthful of Poppin' Rocks.
When it takes a gargantum amount of effort to even half-smile, when irrationality becomes a daily routine, when you snap at your bubbly morning-bird of a mother juz coz she tried to wake you up.
When every comment sounds like a personal attack, when you start writing overly-dramatic blog entries at 10.30 in the morning...
PMS sucks monkey balls.
