This Isn't Me

My disclaimer: Pardon my language, my state of mind, and my need to blog.

DAMN YOU, EVE.

The curse of women is upon me at the moment. I am in the most excruciating pain. I am experiencing a glimpse of what it is like to have a baby. My head is throbbing from an ache that has been tormenting me since yesterday. Light headedness and a slight fever are making me want to jump off a cliff in hopes to end this pain. I crave the most random and unattainable foods. Right now, someone better get me an alligator and some pickles. MMMM.

Now that was just the physical agony I am enduring as I type.

Brace yourself for my mental transfiguration.

I want to die and take everyone down with me. My gah, the mood swings are intense. Once the pain starts to fade, I become tired, weak, and quiet. The curse senses my time of weakness and seizes the moment to come and gloat. It controls me. It controls my attitude. It controls my sleep. It controls pretty much my life. The demon that controls women has found me and taken over my body. I am no longer Elaine, but a crazy person. (Obviously)

In a week it will all be over, but will soon haunt me in a month.

Haha, I don't know why I'm laughing.

Sigh. This is what is like without medication. I am hoping pain makes you stronger?

Men, be glad you are who you are.