PMS is usually characterized by extreme tearfulness, low self-esteem and mood swings among many other symptoms.
I am regularly experiencing this because my cycle is so on the dot, it’s so boring already. This fact will also save me money in buying a pregnancy kit because I can already tell by just looking at the calendar. Not that I am prone to get pregnant soon. That’s still light years away.
I just cried while watching Paul Potts on etc. So yes, I’m really PMS-ing.
I’m fighting the urge to send him an email to tell him I terribly miss him because it will be unanswered anyway. Plus with this mood, I would never ever justify it to myself a few days later. Remember, I’m faking it till I make it.
I need to read a particularly badass book or article so I won’t be distracted by this. Problem is, I’m like a hungry vampire looking at the dusty Judith McNaught novels in my equally dusty shelf as if they’re gushing blood.