cry of agony, TMI

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I WANT MY BIRTH CONTROL BACK RIGHT THE FUCK NOW.

SERIOUSLY, BODY, THIS IS GOD-FUCKING-DAMN RIDICULOUS.

THIS IS MY SECOND-TO-LAST DAY OF VACATION. FUCKING STOP IT I HATE YOU.

*cries*

I need chocolate, the world's largest hot water bottle, an overdose of Motrin, John Sheppard to rub my back (I don't care that he'd be horrified), and Castiel to soothe my troubled brow right this instant.

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And okay, this is slightly off-topic, but the coincidence is too much to ignore--my own Aunt Flo decided to pay a visit, right in the middle of my midterm exam. (Thank Christ, I didn't put two and two together, because that exam was difficult enough, thank YOU.)

Oh, Friday the 13th, why so cruel?