still feeling bland, pointless. What time of the month is it? Ah yes... the end. I guess that explains a lot, really.
But right now, I just want to crawl into a corner and die.
STS thing is going well tho.
Like a blinding fog, in which you can only see one direction
Like walking through a morgue
Like being blinkered, nearly blindfolded
Like being near a Dementor
Like only seeing the darkness, the bad side, the void
Like trying to fight a vacuum with reason
Like you're crying inside all the time
Like being permanently angry with yourself at your lack of control
Like hating yourself and everyone else
Like being stuck in an Iron Maiden
Like watching yourself behind a mask, as the masked you says and does and feels all kinds of things you don't want to feel, but don't have the power to change
Like being handcuffed, and not in the good way
Like being tied to a rack naked: vulnerable and defenseless against the body that's going to betray you
Like an overcast day when you think you'll never see the sun again
Like a hand's always at your throat
Like seeing nothing but greys
Like feeling like you're always being abandoned, like you'll be alone forever...
That's what PMDD feels like. YOU try "snapping out of it."
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