Last week, my mood was so low. Many times, I was on the verge of tears. I thought my life was falling apart, nothing was going the way I wanted them to and just generally found it difficult to cope with ANYTHING. I kept ranting and whining, everyday and all night. As long as I'm awake, I'd be whingeing.
I thought nobody could possibly understand what I'm going through.
And then my period came.
Damn you, PMS.