Sitting in my room on a Saturday afternoon crying is not my idea of fun. Stupid PMS. Stupid me, too, for feeling let down and left alone by a number of people. I know that sometimes I neglect others, too, but I always try my best. Lately I’ve been feeling that for some, life has changed, and I’m not as important for them anymore as I used to.

With the exception of a couple of people, who are always there, always getting in touch, and not making me wait until I cave and take the initiative, because they’ve got better things to do. Not that they don’t like me anymore, but it’s just that their priorities are different. And all I can do is accept that. And that hurts. Especially in combination with PMS.