It's happening again.

There is so much I feel like saying but when I try I can't.

I hate the mood swings I get when the time of the month is coming,

I get the highest highs and the lowest lows.

Remember how I say I hate unfamiliarity?

Maybe this is why being sad has become some sort of solace for me.

The ache becomes a sort of comfort because it is something familiar,

something that you can revisit over and over again and know that the

thoughts and feelings taking place are going to be the same as before.