PMS.

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PMS has always been the easiest excuse to give. People blindly accept it. It's natural. The last thing I want is for them to suspect there was anything wrong.

I am a class A bitch to some of my closest friends. It's bad because at the end of the day, these people are the ones I consider family. I always go running back to them to help me out. And they always come through.

There's really no point in apologizing now, because I know I will continue to be horrid towards them. I will continue to diss them, and pull back from them, and be my nasty nasty self. So why apologize for something I will always be?

How does it evolve from being civil to this horrible attitude? Shouldn't it be the other way around?


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