I feel antsy.

I hate having a period.

I won't bitch and complain about it because that could potentially bother some male friends of mine.

I'll just say that I hate having a period.

It gives me this antsy nervous feeling. The feeling I need to punch something. Scratch something. Rip something into tiny pieces. It makes me feel violent and on edge. It also makes me want to rub myself all over various belongs. ( I am only joking ) Bleh.

I had a moment today. Life is too short. I am pleased with something I did recently. Because life is too short. I can look back and smile because I made another person smile. For a fleeting moment I made someone happy which boosted my happy meter.

We are constantly searching to find "who we are". Well, right now I know who I am not and that is a pretty big start.