I usually have these weird pseudo-depression episodes when I’m about to have my period. Blame it on the hormones, I say.
I remember this one time, back in college, when I had blueberry cheesecake binges. I had to eat at least a slice a day because if I don’t, I would usually feel so sorry for myself that would I mope and cry. Then I saw that rubbing alcohol commercial where a kid told her grandma: “this time, I’ll take care of you”. Also that Karen-Lolo fastfood commercial had the same effect on me, I cried buckets, no kidding. OA, diba? But it does happen, and I’m not exaggerating.
Today was no exception. I had a hard time getting up and would rather be home, in bed, under the covers, still in Lalala Land. And after some weird dreams that I had, I’m feeling so much guilt and sadness and I don’t know how to deal with it.
I’m sure its not a sign of mommy depression, since I’d rather be with the daughter than with anyone else. But I think I really need some kind of outlet from work and family. I need to go out with friends. I want to go back to dancing. I want to take a vacation. Ayayay! 
Okay, enough complaining whining. I just thank God it doesn’t happen to me every time I have my period. Its just so overly, mega, super duper to the max galore frustrating that what’s happening to me is so not me.
*cute alien emoticon courtesy of wiki
on May 29th, 2008 at 5:34 am
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