I am so incredibly sad, thanks mother nature.
I hate being on my period every month. Not because of the cramps, not because of the bloating, not even because of all the obvious annoying things that come with. Every 28 or 30 days I get so incredibly sad. I can't help but think of where I am now, where I want to be, and where I was. I find every opportunities to make myself cry. Commercials, Movies. Talks. Thoughts. Songs. Memories. I don't even like crying. I just love the feeling after a good cry. I feel so cleansed and renewed and healthy and ready to go run five miles or whatever. What I don't love though is the feeling before the cry. The build up. The moments of fighting myself in my head. Crying loving Sumaira versus Crying hating Sumaira. Part of me wants to find a secret corner and let all the tears out to rush towards the finish and feel better, the other part, doesn't want to allow myself to cry and feel the feelings. If crying hating Sumaira wins, the feelings turn into anger. Which then