Off the Record

When I am about to start my period, I take everything too seriously. I cherish time with friends and cry like a baby when it’s over. I don’t want to go out to dinner or to bars or to movies–I’d rather get take out with a can of beer and watch a rented DVD or baseball game on the tube. I have extreme times of happiness then am pushed down into the gutter by a simplest thought that enters my head. I confuse the hell out of people and say I’m leaving a party because I want to be alone. But really I don’t.