The One Where I Talk About My Period (Journal #7)
December 13th, 2016
Stardate: 94554.58
Okay, youâre fine. You do this every month like clockwork. (Almost.)
Yes, you may want curl in a ball with a hot bag of rice in your vagina while you slowly die while watching Star Trek. (Mmmm.. Commander Riker. Amirite? Not helping my hormones, btw. They should put a fucking warning on that shit. âPussies known to convulse then eventually explode when exposed to Riker smiles.âSo accurate.)
You donât remember what you were saying....Â
.....OH YES!
Youâll be fine. You may want to eat chocolate chip pancakes covered in chocolate layered with brownie ice cream and Reeseâs. While simultaneously scarfing on a Five Guys burger with cheese fries (letâs be honest) that you probably killed some patriarchal dick bag for. No shame. He fucking deserved it. Now drink his warm blood and eat his burger in victory!Â
You know what just dip those fries in his blood like sweet, sweet thousand island dressing.Â
IT WILL BE WORTH IT.
And yes, you know and we allllll know that you want to fuck and be fucked with the fiery thunder of the Fuck Gods. You want to cum so hard you forget how hungry you are. (Spoiler alert: not gonna happen, but nice try though. Fuuuuccccck.) Basically your body is ready to burst and what you feel like doing is ripping your skin off, transforming into the werewolf you know you are, but for some fucking reason hasnât unleashed itself yet (youâre 27, the muthafuckinâ clock is ticking, bitch), and stalk some man in the night before you ravage him and drag his body into the night while shrieking and howling.Â
Eventually you will dance naked under the moon, covered in sex and still warm blood, worshiping the spirits that give you life and the strength to survive from moon to moon, ensuring that you wonât snap and masturbate with blood before going insane....Â
.......Yeah, youâre gonna be fine. Â
Fuck, I want some Oreos....Â

















