yeah, thats a shitty day.
thunderstorm in the night - that was good.
you know, these days when you oversleep. then you feel like a piece of shit anyways. your limbs are heavvy as fucking concrete and your room looks like the thunderstorm actually took place IN your room.
Yeah, don't laugh, those who know me surely think now: why bother at all G, isn't that status quo anyways?
No, it isn't. Let me explain why it is worse today:
there is a mountain of things to do (why the fuck did I decide to be chief editor of this fucking yearbook? oh MAN! i just don't learn at all!!! why the fuck do i have to do all these things in the end??? i hate myself for that.). resignation lingers just around the corner.
I have no clue what is wrong. oh no. thats a lie. i know. and that makes everything even worse: it is PMS.
yeah. fuck PMS. you know, you even cannot take yourself serious anymore then. you cry? haha. thats only PMS! you are grumpy? haha, thats only PMS. Alena, Mira, Maria - they all fucking suck? haha, thats ONLY PMS!!!! the food is worse than ever before today??? you already know the answer....
ladies, that ain't much fun. you know that.
I hate pms.
well at least I have pointed that out now.
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ps my only consolation are the 'BEGINNER'...german HIPHOP...uah!!
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