I think I'm jinxed. I really do. Being idle and happy is one thing, being idle and sad is pathetic.
He says, she says. It's the hormones. It's always the hormones. Stupid imbalance that tips everything and sets me off. And the tummy cramps. The back aches. The mood swings. The unsightly pimples. It's tough. And no, we don't have it easy.
I want to talk to you. Hear your voice, that little snigger of yours. Your smile over the phone. Saturday, Saturday; make my day.
I want to run around in circles until I fall to the floor. Don't pick me up, don't bother. Just let me lie there. I don't know. I just don't. If you want to, I can save you. But who's going to come to my rescue?
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