For a few hours today I've been feeling like absolute shit. Yes, it's PMT and it's back with a vengeance. It actually surprised me how strong it is today. Scared me even.
The thoughts going through my head were of RAGE, self-destruction and venom. It's times like these I truly hate being female.
I've almost written a load of angry hurtful stuff in language that would make a sailor wince. So why didn't I?
Cos I imploded instead. Be pleased about that, it's not a pretty sight.
You know what brought it to a halt? The boy's friend, from yesterday, came to the door looking for him. He's in my living room playing Xbox cos I didn't know what else to do. My boy isn't back from school yet, from doing a 15 mile sponsored walk.
I'm scared of myself.
