I woke up irritated. Luckily, I worked alone for the majority of the day. It's so strange. The sound of people's voices made my skin crawl. Stupid questions made me want to throw up. Small talk just wasn't my cup of tea, today. I can't explain it. It's like, I'd ask "Really?" to anything and everything, because deep down I really didn't care for 95% of it. If there was a way of avoiding whatever predicament, and the measures were not taken to avoid it, I really didn't care.
It's probably PMS. It's probably mother nature. It's probably because, deep down, I'm really just a bitch.
I'll write on this tomorrow. Hopefully, I'll be in a better mood.
Yours,
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