The Perks of Being a Female Borderline

And when I say perks, I do actually mean quite the opposite.

Everything was really shitty last week, and I was in some sort of urgey paranoid crisisy slightly-suicidal state that lasted quite a while. 

My mum was all, “It’s probably your hormones, child.”

And I was like, “NO BITCH* MY PERIOD IS NOT COMING IT HAS BEEN 7 WEEKS”.

But alas, it arrived, unexpected as it was. And I feel Oh So Much Better.

Not quite sure what to do about them bloody hormones (excuse the pun).

*Disclaimer: I don’t actually call my mum a bitch 😉

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