PMS

I absolutely loathed going to “that time of the month” when I was in high school. The first two days of my periods were torture, I would be dizzy, nauseated and my stomach would decide to join in the festivities of causing me to vomit and defecate simultaneously. It felt as though a miniature t-rex was feeding on my uterus, regurgitating it and ravenously devouring it again. During this time, I would become lactose intolerant and for someone who’s essential existence is to eat chocolate and yoghurt, as one can imagine, I was quite cranky. This unease and discomfort would spill over into my relationship with my boyfriend of the time. I would always find him repulsive and extremely exasperating, the texture of his voice when he said baby or I miss you, would literally set me off into a tantrum. All of his sweetened affection, would be retaliated with poisonous monosyllabic replies on MXIT. From some point on, we broke up on a monthly basis because of my PMS- Pre-menstrual Senselessness, as he would put it.