A Letter

Dear P.M.S.,

I hate you. I hate that you make me feel so angry and moody and sensitive. I hate that you make every tiny thing irritate me. I hate that when you're here, I don't even feel like smiling or laughing. I hate that you make you want to crawl in a hole and hide until you leave and I start to feel human again. I hate that you make me not want to be around anyone, even (and especially) myself. I hate that you make me cry over trivial things. Most of all I hate that you actually make me look forward to my monthly visitor coming because then I will actually feel like ME again.

Sincerely (with hate),
Jen