Why is it that my friends are no longer there.
Why is it that when I’m sad everyone aggravates me.
Why is it that the ones I thought cared, don’t.
Why is it that I’m losing everything I thought was important to me.
But I don’t care.
Sometimes I just lay on my bed hugging my phone waiting for someone to actually worry about me.
On Periods: Let’s put this shit to bed right now: Women don’t lose their minds when they have period-related irritability. It doesn’t lower their ability to reason; it lowers their patience and, hence, tolerance for bullshit. If an issue comes up a lot during “that time of the month,” that doesn’t mean she only cares about it once a month; it means she’s bothered by it all the time and lacks the capacity, once a month, to shove it down and bury it beneath six gulps of willful silence.