PMS: IHATECHU

I hate PMS because all I want to do is eat. I’m bitchy. I want to cry about past relationships. Sleeping is my number two priority, after eating, of course. But I feel small victories when I pass up the Reese’s Peanut Butter Egg in the kitchen at work and chew a piece of gum instead. It’s helpful when I realize I’m an emotional wreck because of hormones, not because I’m crazy. Arg.