I hate being a girl.
I hate bleeding for six to eight days a month.
I hate taking a highly ineffectual pill -- sometimes two -- and spending two days curled up in the fetal position with a heating pad.
I hate the mood swings.
I hate the inexplicable need to cry over sad movies.
I hate craving chocolate and high-fat-content foods.
I hate the lethargy.
I hate using girlie supplies and still needing to bleach my panties afterwards.
And above all, I HATE being reminded that I don't have a penis.
I'm gonna go curl up in a corner and die for a few days. I'll update again when I'm in in my hometown watching the play I helped write being produced by my old drama company.
~Emily Grace
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