cry of agony, TMI

[aesc]

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.

Comments

[rsharpe.livejournal.com]

Sometimes I feel so lucky that all of that is behind me. I'm not even taking the hormones anymore. And, you know what, I feel great! Small comfort to you, I know. But after years of suffering terribly for every single, damm month, this is so much better. Makes it so much better to plan trips without worrying that sometimes right in the middle of an otherwise good time . . . the curse would strike.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

Oh my god, I am counting the years /o\ Haaaaaate.