AAAArgh... this morning is Murphey's law in motion and I feel like the embodiement of PMS. Don't you hate those days where you just feel like you might burst into tears at any second even though nothing is really actually all that wrong. Stupid hormones. I know... I'm responsible for my own state of mind and what have you. But I still need to complain sometimes. I just wish I'd stayed in bed this morning is all.







midol wishes and candycane dreams.
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