hormonal recklessness.

I am undoubtedly hormonal this week.

My mood kind of alternates between depression, sheer exhaustion, massive headaches and crazy highs.

But one thing remains constant. I am feeling highly reckless. Bungee jumping sky diving ski jumping reckless.

All this will pass when my monthly friend comes to call and my hormones finally settle down, but until then, WHO’S WITH ME?

I need a run.

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On another note, I bought my stationery organiser! Yay. Finally made a trip down to Daiso. I hate it when my stationery is in a mess. The desk should be in a mess, but never the stationery. Nod.

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on the back burner.

I so feel that way. Why can’t things just be easy.

I’m tired of fighting.

the v-word.

I actually turned off the radio today to avoid hearing the V-word.

So annoying.

My, my, Rachel, aren’t we bitter.

(Oh yes we are!)

(Especially when we spend it working late!)

no more.

Terrible things should be banned from happening to the ones we love.

fringes of rationality.

I am tired of feeling used.

And where are all the envelopes / packages that are supposed to have arrived by now?

and so you have your answer.

PUSH.

throwback.

Hello Sunshine,

Remember your last.

precisely. this is how i feel.

You sound so innocent, all full of good intent
Swear you know best
But you expect me to jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset

I’m not the one who’s lost with no direction
But you’ll never see
You’re so busy making maps with my name on them in all caps
You got the talking down, just not the listening

And who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?

Let me hold your crown, babe.