It all started when my hormones decided to have a party in
the presence of my organs. Yeah, I'm talking about that undeniable rollercoaster, which starts when every girl steps onto the teenage scene. The moment I was "invited" to this ride, I didn't realise that it was going to be a gallop. And never did I comprehend that I had to wrestle with my very own hormones since then. Apparently, I don't remember having a peaceful "that time of the month." May be 1 or 2 times. Though every time my fore, mid, and hind brains seek a way to enjoy this pain-filled crimson "party," concrete disagreement would be decreed by the other organs of mine under the control of my "pear-shaped" organ...
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That day was one such "party day," when my hormones decided to dance on a trampoline. Aww! that "sine wave" movement though! No one around me realised what I was going through. Obviously, after all, it's a "private party." I desperately wanted to convey my disinterest in this party to someone, thinking they might lend a hand to help me fight this battle. None did I find. And the party continued; my hormones hit a high state, but still, none did I find.
PS:A normal "Period Working Day" in my life, swollen legs, irritated thighs being scratched by unseen saws, blood-filled panties. Yes, that's a normal period day for me. Hmm..this is the least of all such period days. If I need to explain the worst of all, I might run out of words.
THE STRUGGLE IS REAL. SOMETIMES IT JUST SEEMS TO BE A WRESTLING GAME, BUT ON SOME DAYS IT'S A REAL WAR, AN UNSEEN WAR, WHICH LEAVES THE CRIMSON PRECIPITATE OUTSIDE THE BATTLEFIELD. However, it's a one-woman war in a private spot.
Wait, is there any way to diminish the psychological effect of this war? LOVE, CERTAINLY.
YOU'RE NOT ALONE, GIRL
#LOVE IS ALL WE NEED
Much love from a girl like you,
✍🏻DEB❤
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That day was one such "party day," when my hormones decided to dance on a trampoline. Aww! that "sine wave" movement though! No one around me realised what I was going through. Obviously, after all, it's a "private party." I desperately wanted to convey my disinterest in this party to someone, thinking they might lend a hand to help me fight this battle. None did I find. And the party continued; my hormones hit a high state, but still, none did I find.
PS:A normal "Period Working Day" in my life, swollen legs, irritated thighs being scratched by unseen saws, blood-filled panties. Yes, that's a normal period day for me. Hmm..this is the least of all such period days. If I need to explain the worst of all, I might run out of words.
THE STRUGGLE IS REAL. SOMETIMES IT JUST SEEMS TO BE A WRESTLING GAME, BUT ON SOME DAYS IT'S A REAL WAR, AN UNSEEN WAR, WHICH LEAVES THE CRIMSON PRECIPITATE OUTSIDE THE BATTLEFIELD. However, it's a one-woman war in a private spot.
Wait, is there any way to diminish the psychological effect of this war? LOVE, CERTAINLY.
YOU'RE NOT ALONE, GIRL
#LOVE IS ALL WE NEED
Much love from a girl like you,
✍🏻DEB❤
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