pmsing

to fucking stop breathing would i fucking die and fucking feel no pain?

honestly i only live bout 23days per month, 276 days a year.
the missing days i fucking struggle to live through.
with the horrendous pink pills trying to make it go away.
monster bf seen me in my worst. very worst.
and i thank you for not leaving me alone despite the ugly fact sight that he has seen.

the man that i often spoke of here has penetrate deep into my heart.
i have no utterance over how and why but all i really know is that i heart him over and over again.
each day a little bit more.
baby, thanks alot. =]

stray: my utopian monster boy.