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Saturday, August 30, 2008

I hate it when I have PMS.

When I'm not in a good mood, and everything doesn't seem to go my way, I tend to vent my frustration, in the wrong way.

In this case, poor Mr B was the target.

I flared up at every little thing he said to me.

I didn't want to behave in this way. But there's no where else I could vent my frustration.

I got so angry with myself for behaving in this manner that I cried.

I'm sorry, Mr B.

Imagined all these at 12:25 am