the only thing that makes me want to curse and swear real bad.

i hate it so, so much.
spent the entire afternoon puking (and trying to even after there's nothing left in my stomach), wishing that i could just faint right there, breaking out in cold sweat and curling into a ball on the cold, hard floor. damned!

note to self: please get a heat pack, ginger tea to prep yourself for this disgusting cycle next month.