7:20 p.m. - 2003-08-31
once every four weeks
there is a sick feeling in my stomach. an indiscribable pain that will dictate the way i run my life today. with my palm pressed hard against my forehead i try to find a way to escape from this discomfort. unfortunately, the second sex is the only one who has to pay their monthly dues. i'm beginning to oppose this club, i want out now! four in one day? for medicinal purposes of course. the light beating down on me is participating in the production of water through my pores. this square shaped room, used by many, is creating new phbias in my head. only to us this occurs- my only escape? dare i say the "H" word?
