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Wanna be Empathised PMS Women?


Here, let me give you some clear description on how PMS feels like.


Have you ever watched a hillarious sitcom, and everything is soo funny, but instead of laughing, you cry? When the scene shows a stupid act between friends, all you had in mind is how you miss your friends and you will never get to hang out with them again because they're all married, and you're not married and you think you will die alone. 


When you ask for a raise, a very tiny little insignificant amount of raise, after all you did to the company, and you get rejected, and you just cry right away?

Yep. That's how PMS suck. You cry alot for no reason, or small reason, or whatever. Reasons or not, you cry anyway.


You crave foor meat, spicy food, you can digest everything and clear the fridge immediately. The foods that have been there for weeks, now gone within second because PMS turns you into a hungry bitch.


To me, PMS always about one effing giant pimple. On my cheek or chin. It is huge, and hurtful. 


You constantly get a headache, and no matter how much pills you have, it won't go away. So you better take no pill at all.


You have no motivation to do anything.


Yeah, I eat every fibrous food I could reach, but still, nothing came out from my body until the effing eggs surrender and flow out first. You little bitches!


This is true.


If I have no drinking restriction, I wouldn't be sober during PMS. Because the urge to drink something other than mineral water is HUGE. I brew everything today; lemongrass tea, hot water with lemongrass, V60 coffee, brownsugar milk-tea with pink himalayan salt. Now I order another mie ayam because the seller is so hillarious and I want to buy from him.


Hormone is a bitch, okay. Don't play around with this one.


Now you know, why women are difficult. 


Bogor, I don't care what day is it today.


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