Let me tell you about my period:
Oh god. Oh, ******** son of a b***h. Why!? Why does this happen to me!?!?! I want to be dead. Kill me. Beat in my ******** skull. I don't care. Lucille me. End it. I would rather die a gruesome, violent, gratuitous death than to suffer through another day of this. Every god damned month. This is living hell.
Queequeg89 · Sat Mar 11, 2017 @ 05:54am · 0 Comments |